Marina stood in the kitchen and smoked out the window, leaning on the window sill and looking into the yard when her father came. Returning home and finding that her hands were shaking, she drank a stinking valerian, turned on the TV and watched for two hours, not realizing that people are grimaced on the screen.

She was also glad that at their home it was always customary to wear at least pajamas, in her case - soft shorts and a long T-shirt. Enough to close the red back and bottom with bruises, and not to cause unnecessary attention.

It was a hard question to say or not. The father, of course, would have killed Oleg. And Marina called that, perhaps, in the literal sense, and she believed that it is more important to keep the pope free, than to take revenge. And calm, otherwise life will not give. Besides, how can she tell about it, and then look into her father's eyes? About ... toothpaste, from where Oleg took it at all ... It burned incredibly, but how she wanted ...

At least that is how she explained her reluctance to tell herself.

Damn, oh well, Oleg would have simply and primitively raped her - at least, understandably. And how to respond, of course - you can honestly suffer. Marina was almost glad that the aching back and the priest do not allow us to forget that Oleg is still a freak and a pervert, and not a man who made her forget any shame, and surrender to him completely. It was worth trying to sit down and everything would fall into place.

Trying to understand herself, she remembered.

As she finally fell on the bed when he let her out, her hands buckled and the stars went out under her eyelids. Through the cotton felt like a couple of minutes, he got up and went into the shower. Then steps flipped toward the kitchen, and she forced herself to go to the shower too.

There were almost no thoughts. Standing under hot water — uncomfortable, trying not to wet her hair, not to ask for a hairdryer — she felt not so much beaten as she was exhausted. I wanted to curl up under the blanket, and lie down. But at the same time, the body had a feeling of complete ... satisfaction, satiety. She experienced several orgasms, then from his hands, then from a member inside. At the end, it seemed that now she would faint, so many feelings at once it was simply impossible to digest ... The scars were tingling from the water. Remembering, tore the collar and threw it into a corner.

How to collect clothes. Hairpins found not all, tied hair in a low tail. Like Oleg - also dressed and as if ready to go out, in a different shirt, damn those buttons - he looked at her when she entered the kitchen, already carefully dressed, with a smooth head and not a nest left after ... a mug of coffee and bread with a thick layer of pate. He himself drank coffee, sitting on a wide windowsill.

And how the stomach demanded purred. Only this was not enough - maybe now discuss the weather over five o'clock tea? Oleg chuckled. From the first day she hated that smile, under which she felt almost like a primitive child. It helped to pull myself together.

- I'm home, - Marina turned to the exit.

- I'll take you, - he drank his coffee in a gulp, - and here, take it, - Oleg handed her a tube, - spread the back of the house.

- I'll get along. And I’ll finish it myself, ”the tube ignored.

- Buses are now too dreary, and if I call a taxi for you - somehow it goes, don't you think? - I licked ointment, put on my shoes and opened the door. Gone? And what was not gone? But she silently got into his car, suddenly she would begin her upbringing again.

That is, I tried to sit up, gasping in surprise, somehow did not think that it would hurt to sit after that. Pope still got less than the back, there is generally a nightmare. Therefore, there is nothing to load, angry. Smoked, staring out the window. Oleg squinted, and opened the window on her side.

- I did not know that you smoke.

- I rarely.

“Better to really eat,” the cars parted in front of him.And the driving style, calm and confident, nothing to do with, in such a jeep they will let anyone in, - I would now like to go to a Chinese restaurant, they have huge portions.

The voice is dreamy. Before the eyes of Marina got a plate of meat in sweet and sour sauce. She swallowed saliva and dragged on a cigarette.

- You are not afraid that I will write a statement?

- Try it, - he shrugged his shoulders, - you can still complain to your friends. Open the glove box.

There lay a traumatic gun. On the document, apparently, permission.

I wanted to call him, but something kept him. Realizing that the back reminded the “tariff” to the instincts directly, bypassing consciousness, I wanted to swear once more, but it turned out very quiet and illegible. Oleg was grinning again, as if he understood her struggle.

- What is often threatened?

- Specially - no, but there are all kinds of people on the road. Experience of use is, so why not have.

- Did you write the statements? - this is not curiosity, she just wants to know, suddenly and there everything is thought out.

- No, - Oleg glanced at her, - there was no discontent. Actually, this is not done, but ... How to say ... I practically tied up, but you're just a walking call. I probably would have limited myself to a regular date with vanilla sex, if you hadn't beat Cyril. In me, I woke up like a demon.

- What makes you think that I would go on a date, and yes even with sex? - to be embarrassed after everything was the height of the childishness of stupidity, therefore we make the face a brick. Let yourself grin.

- I would persuade. I wanted to wait for the end of your practice, but Lida will not give rest.

Marina turned away, dragging on and holding the smoke in her lungs. Actually, if you face it ... Smart, attractive, well-groomed, with an excellent figure, if you still have not been so annoyed with intonations implying that he is in charge here ... And, really, after practice, and then in the office on the table under the cameras - not her style.

The roads were blocked in the evening, but he was driving in such gardens where only the SUV would make his way, and soon stopped at her entrance.

“You have my address and phone number, if anything happens.” Do not hesitate to apply, and still spread your back.

“I'll figure it out myself,” growled Marina, getting out of the car.

I drank valerian at home, cooked a mountain of sausages and ate greedily with pasta and sauce left over from yesterday.

- Something happened? - asked the father. She did not hide from him that he smokes, considering it a humiliation to smoke quickly, secretly, hiding cigarettes.

- I had a fight with the boss, - Marina turned back to the window. My father does not demand that they run towards him, take his clothes and lead him into the kitchen under his arms. His love is masculinely harsh and silent, but constant, and manifests itself in more serious matters than life.

“What's wrong with him?”

“A self-satisfied, self-confident type, who adores telling people what to do, is a valerian, after all, a mountain of food and a cigarette made him human. The voice was calm.

“Self-criticism is good, but tell me about it,” the father sat on a chair, also pulling out a cigarette. Marina looked at her father. It can't be, she is not at all like that, she is just ... purposeful.

- Nothing special.

- You like him?

“Dad,” they never had a conversation about “boys,” and it’s too late to start at twenty, no. He thinks he knows me, and ... annoying. I probably won't go there anymore. There is enough material for the report. And the assessment ... the main thing is to find a seal. Anyway, a good review I can not see.

- Maybe he himself was so in his twenties, why understand you like that? How old is he? - Father smoked so much that the smoke almost did not get into the air.

- I do not know, thirty years, or a little more.

- The big difference ... although you need a firm hand. Kostya you left because he could not cope with you.

She broke up with Kostya, because from school she protected him from boys, and then in bed he comforted for the first time when he could not do it, even though she herself was a little sick. I didn't want to adopt my boyfriend, no matter how sweet he was. Stay friends.

In memory, involuntarily there were a number of bed scenes with Kostya and Oleg. At the thought of the last, my back ached and warmed up in the stomach.

- Only ...