women who cannot take their eyes off one another. Oleg almost did not change: only became wider in the shoulders, and a thin thread of a scar appeared on the right side of the cheekbone. And black disobedient hair is no longer short-cut, but a hairstyle, quite suitable for a young promising businessman. But the eyes are the same dark, bottomless pools.

- Everything is good, - Oleg smiled soothingly to my father, - Olga and I, it happened so, know a little each other. Not long studied together. Here, consider who turned into what.

“Ahhh ... hmm ... clear ... ... such a“ calm ”only added suspicion to my dad. He was on the shore of his little daughter and, while I was living in Russia, he was ruthlessly chasing boyfriends. Then he would know about my crazy campaign - oh what would have been ...

- Ok, let's hope that you will find a common language even easier. Then you, docha, now take my driver and go to rest, and tomorrow ...

- With your permission, I can give Mrs. Olga myself, - courtesy Oleg herself, - We have already finished today, and along the way we will be able to discuss a plan for future work.

Dad is going to argue something, but I finally remember that no longer a little girl:

- Yes of course. That would be best.

We are silent in the elevator, continuing to look at each other, as if learning again. I begin to terribly regret that I am dressed very simply, “on the field”: jeans and a light jacket. Oleg in his suit is simply irresistible.

Already in the car, the man giving short directions to the driver turns to me, and again, as then, I see in dark eyes a mixture of tenderness and hope.

- How do you? - just one question. What does he want to hear back? How I spent infinite several years away from home, just over and over canceled the appointments already scheduled, offending in general not bad guys who wanted to conquer the unapproachable Russian beauty, like her friends who were eager to arrange my personal life in a quiet tantrum? Instead, I answer:

- Poorly. You - left, took my heart, leaving only dreams in return. Say why?

- I had to change my life, change myself, - Oleg also removes the disobedient strand from my face for the first time, - Yes, and you had to be saved.

- save? - I think I missed something.

“Of course,” the man is deadly serious, “I tried to stay away from you, but I still managed to incite him into stabbing and endangering rape.” And the police would have looked askance at all. If you stay near me, everything would end very badly. Yes, and I myself sooner or later would go to jail or to a cemetery. And so - the army, the school of life, plus - the chance that one romantic girl would throw all sorts of nonsense out of her red-haired head. At this age, the young senorita seven loves in the week. If I stay close, I would not let me get out of my head, I would fight to the last, even knowing that it would bring trouble to both of us.

“So, I’m wrong senorita,” I smile sadly, not even trying to hold back the flowing tears, “I wanted to get you out of my head.” Did not work out.

Stuck in his chest roar like a fool.

“Why, why did you not come to me then, when you became ... like this?” You...

- I arrived, - Oleg strokes my head like a small child, - For the first time - a year and a half ago. And then came every month. I looked out of the crowd, as you rush to school or dinner with friends, looked out of the dark at the light of your windows. Sometimes I was so close that I could hear your voice. But he was afraid to approach.

- afraid? - I no longer cry, and stroking has shifted from head to neck and shoulders and are no longer so soothing, - But what?

- Ruin your life. You looked happy. And I ... who am I? The boy comes from his youth, with whom he kissed a couple of times and once ran through the doorways, fleeing trouble. Ghost from the past.

I move to his knees and silence him in the most effective way - with a kiss. Even through clothes I feel the heat of his palms.However, the jacket has already managed to leave my shoulders in an unknown way and now peacefully rests beside it, and the blouse, even on me, has already lost half of the buttons. The noble robber's tie slipped quietly somewhere between the seats, and his shirt, too, would have to be given away for restoration. Sitting on Oleg's lap, I involuntarily feel the power of desire, embracing a man. I whisper:

- Where are we going?

“To your home, as I promised your father,” his hands leave fiery marks on my bare skin. The blouse follows the jacket, and my chest is captured by his lips. I bite my lips in a vain attempt to contain groans. The partition between us and the driver is raised, but is it enough to drown out the sounds ...

- Do you have a house? - now my tongue leaves thin wet stripes on the man’s chest.

- Yes, there is, - it seems, the hope in his voice even overcomes desire, - Let's go to me?

My mind goes through all objections with lightning speed, such as: “Father will worry”, “I don’t know him at all”, “we met for the first time in several years, and now I’m sitting on his knees half naked, and his fingers caress my nipples "," Decent girls do not agree on the first date "- and marks them all in a crowd as irrelevant.

- Go.

After half an hour of caresses, the car enters the courtyard of a country house, and I understand that it will not be easy to get the remaining few tens of meters to the bed: we are both naked to the waist and don’t get back quickly. In any case, I don't see a bra anywhere, and a blouse will fit only as souvenirs to anxious fetishists. Oleg solves the problem simply: he wraps me in his raincoat with my head, peacefully survived in the dark corner the rapid renewal of our acquaintance and carries me into the house in his arms. He himself, apparently, does not care about the opinion of his neighbors, nor the far from summer weather outside. At the proposal to put my jacket over the bare torso, he just skeptically grunted. Well, yes, you first need to expand it three times, and a half to lengthen it ...

And then everything turns into a magical kaleidoscope of bright passages: Palm Olezhki, caressing every millimeter of my body, his lips, penetrating, it seems everywhere, even in the most intimate corners, and when I was ready to beg, a sweet moment of unity. It was a little painful and a little scary, but the highest award was the eyes of my first man, full of surprise and immense happiness.

- You ... you were ...

“Yes,” I laughed happily and ran the tip of the tongue over his lower lip, feeling like a member, inside, which had just deprived me of my virginity, seems to be becoming even harder, “It was ...”

And, moving towards him, she whispered:

- But for God's sake, put your foot more tender:

After all, you step on my dreams.

And eternity later the measured rhythm that captured us, turned into a wave of pleasure, shattered into fragments, and carried away into oblivion all the troubles of the past. I, hoarse from moans, and with my lips swollen from kisses, lie down, clinging to my beloved, and I feel how his dexterous fingers wander through my body, causing the flame that had calmed down again to flare up.

“I don’t understand one thing how you, far from parental care and being a beauty, managed to remain a virgin, - fingers, playing enough with my nipples, slowly but surely descend below. My hand trying to restrict access to the “exclusion zone” is gently intercepted. Finally, they reach the "pussy" and the waves of pleasure pouring out from there instantly extinguish the last attempts of my resistance. I'm starting to moan again.

“Have all the men around been blind eunuchs?” - fingers caressing me disappear, but before I have time to resent such a betrayal, Oleg's member smoothly enters into me, giving me an incomparable feeling. Bending to meet him.

- Maybe it's not about them ... Yeah ... I just had someone to wait for these years ... Someone who handed me everything, ... Everything that he had ... His dreams, .. .And asked to keep them ... For him ... For us ...

We played the wedding a month later, announcing this wish to my father the very next morning. When poor dad, who cut off all the phones trying to figure out where his usually so smart little girl had gone, finally managed to get through, the first phrase he heard was: “Dad, hello, I'm fine, Olezhka and I want to get married in a month ". It seems that only a thorough, half a day long conversation between father and Oleg saved me from being sent back to England. And this time - exactly in a mental hospital.

Since those years have passed, pure and bright, not clouded by anything, except small everyday troubles, but filled with a sea of ​​happiness. Our son is growing up, as serious and dark-eyed as his father, and soon there will be a daughter. Oleg jokes, then she will surely look like a small, whimsical red witch, so it is better to hide all the brooms in advance.

From friends, I sometimes hear that my husband is a tough, sometimes even cruel person. I nod and intelligently say that his work requires to be tough. But in fact, I can not even imagine Olezhka like that. Maybe sometime ago, ... or now, if someone dares to threaten his close ones. And then my memory involuntarily returns me to a broken street, to the crucible of a short fight without rules, where every blow is to the death. Has he really managed to change since then? Or it has always been like this, and our meeting simply washed away all the superficial, as acid purifies pure gold.

However, it does not matter. Only our dreams are important.