“In me!” She suddenly screams, pinching my thighs with her legs, because of this passionate exclamation I can’t stand it and let her in ...

... Inna strokes my cheek when I am satisfied and quiet, even depressed, lying on my back in her bed. Sexual relationship with the former teacher, the plot for gossip, former classmates. But I feel very good. And do not care how it looks from the outside. I do not want to react to what happened, in any case, now. No forces. I just keep quiet, just catch the sound of a woman's heart beating close.

“He could not have children,” Inna says suddenly, as if trying to explain. I raise my head. - Then I just took it and left. Wanted me to arrange my life. Married, gave birth to a child.

Carefully listening to her confession.

“I don't want to get married anymore.” I want to give birth to a child, and that’s it, ”continued Inna excitedly. She loved her husband, I think.

“Is that why you asked in you to ... finish?” - breaks out with me. I am surprised at how easily I react to it, I am not nervous, I’m not sulking, but I accept it as something absolutely normal, even necessary. Suddenly, I admit that I would not be shocked if Inna got pregnant from me because of the results of this night. I have changed a lot in recent days.

- Yes, Sasha. You come as the father of my child ... No, do not think, you do not need to marry me and even recognize him as your ... No obligation. Just help me get pregnant, nothing else is needed. Live your own life.

That's what Inna gave herself to me. This recognition of being lonely, despite its brightness, women, fascinates me. I am silent, and she perceives silence as consent.

“It will be as strong as you,” she continues with a hint of dreaming, looking somewhere up at the ceiling. I would consider myself a cattle, if at that moment I dared to cross it, to say that I was not ready to become a father, that I would soon die and persecute other negative things. I stroke her hair and kiss her neck.

We did it twice more, and both times I let it into it, without any further request. I accepted her wish, although I know how low the chances of getting pregnant are for the first time. She answered my thoughts.

“Let's check my luck,” she grinned. She is sexy and intelligent at the same time. And lonely. I am happy with what I did at night in the struggle with her loneliness. Mizer is either a maximum, only time will tell, which I probably won't live to see.

- Inna Aleksandrovna, - I decide to ask, wondering what else I call her by patronymic and “You”. - Do you know who gave me boxing gloves for that birthday at school?

Inna grinned back, stroked my shoulder.

- And confessed to you, a little teenager, in love? ... And kissed in the dressing room? I know.

"Is she?" ...

“But I won't tell you,” and she, in a mischievous way, like a girl, laughed. In the shower she is a girl.

- Why? - I insist, bewildered and displeased.

- Why is it so important to you? - asked the teacher in response.

I answer as it is.

“Because those gloves changed my fate.”

“Because that girl is not a glove, and she hasn’t changed it, but has helped to find your destiny,” she corrects me in a teacher's way. - And what about gloves? So, a piece of leather.

I am stunned by her wording. But I admit that it is impossible to argue with them.

“Innochka,” I say softly, almost whispering, as if embarrassed by the confession, “You will always be my favorite teacher.”

“And you are my favorite student,” she replies with a smile. “I won’t tell about your first fan because she asked so much,” Inna explains in a fun way to the actress of her student. - She was very shy. And he wants to admit, she will find you. And if you do not find it, then love has passed. And if passed, then it was not there.

Here is such a deadly logic of my teacher.Well, an empty lesson - to argue with the teacher. Moreover, with such ... Inna passionately kisses me on the lips. Elastic female breast tickles me excitingly. I hug her and once again throw in bed ...

* * * *

When I came out at dawn from Inna Alexandrovna, exhausted and satisfied with the nightly meeting, IT happened. Again and forever ...

Darkness ... You fear and respect her. She was sent in advance by Death - my last opponent. And you need to take a punch, no matter how sick he is. I, a blind man, was brought to the same clinic where a know-it-all doctor gave me a fatal diagnosis. I kept hoping that the black sheet would fall from my eyes, the injections would help, and I would still see the sunlight, my mother, my classmates, Inna and everyone else who filled my life. But hope did not materialize.

About me wrote newspapers and Internet sites. “Star disease”, “Hope of the Russian boxing is mortally ill”, “Fight with death” and similar names were replete in the media, causing regret, participation and other feelings. And the next day, when I was alone with the darkness lying in the hospice ward with the countdown of the leaking period of life, the door opened. I heard light footsteps with a thud of heels. This is not a mom. So who

- Hello, Sasha, - I heard an unfamiliar voice.

A fan of champion Suchkov? Why did you come? I can never fight again.

Light touch of wet lips. Kiss in the dark. Hello from the women's school locker room. A guest with a pleasant melodious voice kissed a dying boxer.

- Who are you? - I asked a guest in the darkness.

- It's me, Tanya.

- What is Tanya? - I do not understand.

- Smirnov. Sasha, forgot? Your classmate.

I strain my memory.

“Did you forget your first gloves too, champ?” - I thought she was smiling. - You, I note, took great advantage of them ... I am the one that gave them to you.

Everything sank inside. The hospital bed creaked. Tanka Smirnova? Silent fatty?

-. And the one who kissed me in the dressing room - I continue. And confessed in love. I am trying, trying to remember this naughty, unattractive girl. But there is no disappointment, rather, curiosity.

“I found out that I’m with you, and I came,” she explained. Sweet, sympathetic voice classmates.

- But why "P"? - I am trying to solve this rebus.

“Have you forgotten my baby name?” The one, which students called names?

"She constantly chewed pies, and they called her ..."

- Tanka Pie!

- Well, that remembered.

So it all opened up. Tanka Pie, Tanya Smirnova grew up and came to visit her former love. I said the last words out loud and loud.

“There is no love of the former,” the girl frankly and firmly interchanged. It sounded like a fairy tale from a children's fairy tale. I shut up. I could not argue with the truth. How many people, so many truths. She took my hand in hers, and I felt the warmth. Instinct suggested that she was going to be with me to the end.

... she came every day. We talked for hours. She admitted that she had dreamed all these years, but she was afraid to find me, she thought that an ordinary girl would not fit the “star”. Laughing, noting her mistake, Tanya is unusual. I discovered this girl and her interests in a new way, I absorbed her kindness. We found a lot in common. And Tanya really liked my mom. “This is what you need,” Mom said once, when Tanya left to talk with the doctor. And when Dimka came and found Tanya next to him, he long admired how she had changed drastically.

“A cool girl, you would see her,” Dima told me, choosing a moment when Tanya was not there. - Slender, figure and face - super. I would never have believed that it was Tanka Pie, he excitedly conveyed to me his impressions. And who would have believed that I would become a pro boxer when I got the pokes from my peers? Who would have believed that a contender for the European title would die in a month in a hospital? People often make mistakes living their dreams and ignoring others. And even more so, they are mistaken, considering themselves smarter than fate.

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