The way it is. Good and evil, hell and heaven ... "There will be no evil, there will be no good!" Everything is interconnected in this mortal world. And here our impulsiveness is attached and the fact that we have not yet tamed the beast that lives in us. We can be good and kind, but then suddenly ...
Once - something clicks in the brain, and we already see everything through the eyes of the egocentric beast hiding in us.
Two - you can not or do not want to drive him back there, in depth, and he begins to take over.
Three - because of your desires or lust, you obey him ...
It's so easy then to blame everything on the prevailing circumstances or the state of affect ... And now, you are already acting without thinking, or as they say, thinking as a causal place, without looking at moral norms and civilization. Just as our distant ancestors did or animals do, although I must admit that the latter also have loyalty and the likeness of some kind of humanity.

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It was December 31, before the New Year there was nothing at all. Daughter, first-year student was going to celebrate the holiday with her friends. Of course, I am not a boy, and I understand that, besides my friends, I will be friends there. And what will they do there ... It is better not to think about it.
“She has at least some kind of certainty,” I thought, depending on how little Lena was busy picking up for a holiday, “but I like Vysotsky:“ There is no way out, there is only an entrance and that is not the one! ”.
My invitation to celebrate the New Year with friends of a friend, canceled! I myself am divorced, and my daughter lives with me. Why? You see, I have too Puritan views on the relationship between a man and a woman. And in the opinion of my already former passion this manifested itself when I caught her in bed with a fitness trainer. Familiar words still cut the ear:
- This is only sex, to relieve tension! And I want to live and be with you ... - despite the fact that she continued to portray a cowboy on his penis ...

I turned around and left. She called several times. I did not pick up the phone. Then we met. No, we did not swear, but we did not complain. And that slap in the face when I called her a whore turned out to be the last broken link in our relationship.
So, what we have in passive:
- I was left alone!
- I have no one to celebrate the New Year!
- Well, the "fun" weekend in the amount of eleven days ...
- And finally, the eggs just burst from the strain and excess sperm ...
What is the asset:
- A bottle of vodka and champagne in the fridge ...
- There is a TV.

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Having decided that nothing could stop me, I began to break my fast. He prepared a simple snack: put caviar in a saucer, overseas squash; nachikal lard and sausages; cut the cheese. Then he took vodka from the refrigerator immediately and sweated it. Oddly enough, she went well. Having bitten a sandwich with “import” caviar, I poured myself some more. So he sat near the TV, gradually drinking vodka, occasionally going out on the balcony to smoke.
Not to say that I okosel, but I began to wade. Somewhere around eleven suddenly the doorbell rang. Nobody, not expecting, I started. Then he went and opened the door.
Behind the door stood Alina's daughter's friend. As far as I know, she lived in a hostel and I did not understand how she ended up here. She was frozen to death, crying and drinking.

- What happened? - I asked, stepping aside and letting her go.
- Is Lena at home? - through tears she bellowed, passing into the corridor.
- No, went to friends ...
“...” she burst into tears even louder.
- So what happened?
- He threw me ... I traded for some slut ... I ran away, and when I returned ... He left with that bitch ...
Looking at her quivering lips almost blue, I ordered:
- Come on in. I'll give you a hot wash and I'll get a hot bath. You have a tooth for a tooth not
hits ...
- I'll go home ...- she whined beluga, but did not move.
- Do not be a fool! Come on, a hundred grams and in the bath. I’m starting to put water on, take off your shoes ...

I looked down and goosebumps ran down my back. (I know what you thought: beautiful legs; short skirt; no one in the apartment ...)! And no! This young fool was in nylon pantyhose! And during the day the temperature outside has fallen to minus fifteen, and now it has become no less than twenty!
She stooped, trying to unbutton her beautiful, but “fishy laugh,” boots. Only frozen fingers did not obey. I got on my knees, the young people loved admiration, and, unbuttoning, first pulled off one then the second boot. Her little feet were no warmer than her hands. "Fish fur" and thin socks!
- Yes, what these fools are thinking about, - flashed through my head, - they have to give birth! They'll catch cold, and then they get cured!
I took it to the kitchen, put it to the battery, clicked the kettle and ran to take a bath. When he returned, she sat hunched, her hands on the hot ribbed surface of the battery. Quickly went into the room and dragged his snack with the remaining vodka. For starters, I splashed her almost full glass and made her drink. She took a couple of sips, as if unaware that she was drinking. At the last she looked up, and I saw them expand.

- Trapped! - I understood.
Swallowing, she cleared her throat.
- What is it? - choking, she mumbled.
“Siberian,” I replied, “forty-five percent alcohol, the very thing when it is cold!”
Without further discussion, I splashed vodka into my hands and began to rub Alina’s hands. When she whined in pain, he issued:
- Let's take off your pantyhose, feet rubbed too.
She lifted herself, and I, without saying a word, climbed under a short skirt and, feeling for the elastic, pulled the tights almost to my knees. Together with them from under the hem and panties appeared.
“Oh,” she blushed, trying to pull the panties back on.
And I was not up to her clothes. I, removing and throwing tights on the floor, had already rubbed her legs with vodka starting with the feet.

When she started to escape, feeling the pain, she let her go and went into the bath to see how the water was there. It has already accumulated more than half the distance, and I shouted:
- Alina come here! - and when she stumbled around, showing, he continued, - here is a towel, there are all sorts of gels, but it's better to just sit in the bath and get warm. It will be a miracle if you do not glare ... - and, turning, went into the kitchen.
Already from there I shouted:
- Now the kettle will boil, and I'll mix you with raspberry tea!
He took out a jar, put raspberries in a cup, poured tea. The scent swam through the air. Drawn cold from the open window. A wind howl through the window hit my ears sharply, and a well-forgotten incident seemed to come to my mind. I got up rootedly remembering. Then there was a new year, but also cold. As I recall, somewhere in the middle of February ...

Then...

I quarreled with Sveta, my girlfriend and on the move, pulling on the autumn jacket, I jumped out onto the street. By the way, then the same got colder and “dressed, I was out of season”, it was warm during the day. Strolling about an hour down the street, I wandered into an eatery, where I drank two to a hundred to warm up. Then he added a beer. An hour later, I became so excited that I decided to go and sort things out. But here the determination ended halfway to her house, and I hung around for a long time, not daring to stop in until I froze to death. When my teeth pounded from the cold, I decided.
Came in, called. The door opened her mother: Lyubov Semenovna. They lived together, and I thought she was old, yet the forty-forty changed, although her appearance always excited me. Low, rather slim for his age. Tightened with a short haircut and huge, straight, dimensionless breasts. And further. She did not wear a bra at home, and all the robes were, as if to say with a built-in bodice, and a large neckline ... So, whenever possible, I quietly looked in there! But, alas, my greatest achievement in this was that I saw once a piece of dark halo near the nipple. Not to say that I wanted to fuck her, but here she was drawing me for sure!
Seeing me in this condition, she made me take off the jacket