- Sign, Nelia! Do not be fancy! Unless you can arrange a normal life for your child? - persuading the stubborn man the next day.
- I go to your outcasts? Am I drinking? - flinging the document and raising the voice.
- You will not like it, but it is so: you are poor, Nelia! And it will always be so! Well, how much will you earn your education? Or this exercise? Well, yes, of course - fitness ?! What part will go to pay for a rented apartment? Big? Buy your own - you do not shine! What school will your son go to? In the courtyard? What university will go to? In ped, how are you? You can pay tutors, if what?

She was lowering her head under the hail of his arguments, many of which she, the 24-year-old, did not even think about because of her youth and little knowledge of life.
Ceasing to put pressure on her, he sat down and hugged her shoulders: - What is wrong with that we agree? What is so special I expect from you? Is it so impossible?
Nelia stubbornly shook her head: - I know ... I know for sure ... it is wrong to do this in relation to ... She swallowed and held back. - Yes, you know more ... more you can ... You are always right in everything ... But this is not ... mean! Yes, mean!

And so she was good at that moment, speaking uniformed, in his opinion, nonsense, already almost recovered, with fresh, only worn-out face, with her hair (recently from the shower) flowing down her back. She corrected them with a characteristic graceful movement - he almost attacked her right there, at the kitchen table.
He pulled her by the shoulders and leaned toward her: “You are still alive here.” And I am alive and here. You yourself see that you have no way out. Everything will be fine with us. Sign up!
She twisted her face, holding her sobbing: - I can not ... I do not want ... I can not.
Having put a pen in his hand and holding her hand to the signature place: - It will work out! You will get used! I want you...

Throwing away the already unnecessary pen from the contract to provide her with her son, Victor drew her to the bed. The baby was already puffed up in a cradle, intending to wake up and eat, but the man did not want to wait. The sight of her thin hand placing a beautiful squiggle on paper ignited it. Not listening to the loud whisper "Pavlik wakes up," "you did not sign," he hastily undressed her, undoing many fasteners (she was wearing walking clothes). Once again, having overcome her resistance, which was aggravated after the illness, he dug into her lips, standing beside the bed and squeezing her thin bare back. Pushing the girl backwards, he fell from above, covering her thin body with his strong one. His fingers wrapped around her breasts, the man pulled one into his mouth; small, she almost completely disappeared between his lips.

- No, it's Pavlik, let go! The girl screamed, pushing him away from the hemisphere's oozing milk. Laughing happily, he licked his dark nipples. Slipping down on it, he pulled something close and tight and pressed his lips to a dark, unshaven triangle. Trying to push the tightly compressed hips, he simultaneously struggled with her, whispering "I need to get up, he will now cry." Victor himself understood that a demanding roar would soon be heard, but the realization that he had won, and she gave up and agreed, clouded his mind and pushed him into immediate possession. For him it was important to instantly consolidate the success achieved at such a difficult price. So that they both were very clear and did not cause any questions. His member, filling her seedy bosom with the seed, was for him the highest symbol of the achieved result.

Under the growing momentum of a hungry baby, he rhythmically pushed his hips between stretched slender legs. Tired of escaping from under her body, she was silent, arms outstretched, only continuously studied the reddening, swollen face. He was stung by such ostentatious indifference, but such was the price of his efforts. Only the body is not the soul. And that's it!

- We'll see more ... - stubbornly spun in his head.- It's not over yet! Meanwhile, his finale was close and, having absorbed her cold lips, he shook on her, almost crushing her. Pushing away his large body, she rushed to the hoarse baby. Sobbing, he snapped, and Nelia tried with one hand to throw a robe over herself. Victor threw a thin fabric over his quivering shoulders and pressed his thin back to him. The picture might have seemed like an idyll — a man hugging a nursing mother — but with his whole body, relaxed after quick sex, he felt her alienation and hostility.
“Not all at once,” he said, kissing her shoulders.

“Nothing will happen, I’m breastfeeding,” Nelë thought at that time, putting her fears to sleep. - Little time has passed. She tried to shake his hand off his free breast, he only grunted in response and clamped his nipple between his fingers. He pinned her to himself, he studied her body, which had recently taken by force. His hands smoothly set off on a sweet journey, feeling every inch of warm skin. Running his hand over her wet stomach, he dived between the divorced for the convenience of feeding the thighs. She fidgeted, trying to escape, but the man had already examined the wet sap-flowing crotch. Realizing that she was finishing right now while she was feeding, Victor purred from the lust coming up and squeezed the still trembling lower folds. Having smeared the pubic whitish discharge, with a wet hand he turned her face towards him and pulled into his mouth something that said lips. He wanted her again and could not wait for the child to be satisfied and calm down. Reclining naked across the bed, he lavishly followed the rocking baby Neley. It seemed to him that she was specifically pulling time while walking near the cot. Catching her, trying to hide in the bathroom, the man quickly took it, still wet after the recent intercourse. And again I tried not to concentrate on her detached form.

- Will you come once a week? She asked indifferently, closing the door behind him.
“No, I will come whenever I want,” he replied vindictively, as if laughing at her ostentatious indifference.

Victor calmly dissuaded Victor from his mother and Larissa, tormenting him with questions and quibbles, as if someone had seen him walking with Neley, and her getting out of his car. Smiling dangerously, he stopped such conversations, reminding once and for all that her son was part of their family and deserved help. Of course, he did not tell anyone about any agreement in order not to be the subject of ridicule. Only naive Nelia could be deceived.

The months passed, filled for him with the joy of owning. She gradually changed, turning from a cold Snow Maiden into a completely homemade woman. Of course, neither hospitality nor warmth were expected from her, but the expression of doom and impassable misfortune disappeared from her face. She learned to live without love, generously giving her only to her little son. Victor was accustomed to his visits, accepting his various help without resignation and sharing his bed with him. Occasionally she consulted about household chores, starting to call Vitya, as opposed to the previous nameless "you."

Her parents got used to him, taking him as a caring relative and experiencing gratitude. The boy grew up and slept not all day, forcing to correct the time of arrival of the patron. Victor bought a large playpen, filled it with toys so that the baby could be distracted for a while, while the man was busy with his mother.

- He will not run away! - He pulled out the tearing out from under him to the calling son Nelyu. And deliberately did not let the girl, sadly looking at the whimpering child, got up in the arena and pulling to the mother handles. Making fun of her, rapidly rolling out from under him and putting the baby to the breast, he fell in love to cuddle up to her warm after sex, no longer tense back and inhale her fabulous aroma of breast milk and something else. Conveniently putting her breast free from feeding, pinching an elongated nipple with his fingers, idly studied the smacking strong boy, unfriendly watching, as he thought, behind him, behind his power over his mother's body.And he was firmly aware that he would never get used to his nephew, would not accept him as his own, happen. Nothing has changed in his passion for the desired woman and in rejection ...