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subtly felt a partner. She did not need to ask what a man likes or does not like. She recognized it in a love game.

Finally, the moment came when the game was over. And, taking in hand, she began to cautiously approach me. Impatient, I tried to help her.

- Oh, Yurochka ... it hurts, don't ... It’s so big for you ... myself!

And we loved, loved ... several times feeling that I was going to finish, she squeezed her hips with force. And it went on for a long and long time. Finally she surrendered to the will of the senses, we bathed in bliss. This I have never had! And whether in the future I don’t know. I repeated these words, and repeated to my beloved, stroking and kissing her. Finally, tired and happy, we fell asleep.

And in the morning. In the morning did not find her. But on the bathroom mirror was a sheet attached: “Please forgive me, but I really need it! And for another, too, I'm sorry. "

In the corridor, there was no fur coat in the closet. Not knowing what to think, looked into the purse. Money - a couple of thousand with a trifle, lay intact. Remembering the twelve thousand dollars that lay in my mother's favorite coffee pot, went to the sideboard. Cherishing herself with hope: “Where would she have guessed,” - pulled out a coffee pot. Is empty. I could not believe my eyes. Several times, closed and opened it. Carefully putting the coffee pot in place, began to understand something.

How could she eat borscht and chops for both cheeks, a girl who was at a birthday party? And where did the smell of wine go? And how quickly from a shy she turned into a professional? Well, the last one was not stuck here in any way. “Pretty night for 12 thousand dollars !?”, I thought sadly. Having brought a piece of paper out of the bathroom and rereading it many times, I could not understand the second sentence: “... And for another, too, forgive me ...

Two days later I realized when I had to go to a friend, a venereologist.

- Yes, nonsense! - he reassured me, - two three little ones and, like a hand, he will take it off! Was the woman beautiful though?

- Beautiful ...

- Do you know the address?

- No, I do not know...

- Well, I did not doubt that! - grinned friend, blinking to me.

- No, I really do not know!

- So I say: "You do not know!"

It seems he did not believe me.

A month or more has passed. I said goodbye to money long ago. The police certainly did not go. Yes, and did not tell anyone. But no, no, yes, and I remembered my friend. A couple of three fleeting novels, did not have to continue. I wanted this. I wanted her to tell me what she likes and what doesn't. Wanted the same stormy night. And sometimes he stopped regretting the lost money.

One Sunday, the doorbell rang. On the threshold stood a girl a little lower than my Irochka, but with something subtly resembling her.

- I am Irina's sister. Can I come in? She asked me to convey this, - the girl's voice very much resembled the voice of my beloved.

She opened her purse and took out the bundle.

“She asked for a pass,” she repeated.

I unwrapped the bundle. There was money and a note.

“Why didn't she come herself?”

“She is in prison,” the girl sighed heavily. But your money helped her a lot. She was baked more than half.

- And where ... How to find it?

“Everything is written there,” the sister said with a glance at the note.

- In short, she asked to pass and apologized ... Goodbye, - closing the door behind her, the girl quickly ran down.

To say that I was dumbfounded is to say nothing. Five minutes stupidly staring at the door. Finally, going into the room and throwing money on the table, I unfolded the note and began to read.

“Hello, my gullible boy, Yura! You are very lucky that I was honest with you. Your money helped me a lot. Instead of the octopus squirming to me, I received only three things. And this is great! Start and finish.Do not worry, I give with interest. Instead of 12-14 "

I put the letter aside and counted the money. They were exactly fourteen thousand.

“Do not look for me. You will not find. When I lean back, I won't go to our city. And also, I'm sorry for infecting you. She only guessed in the morning. Goodbye! And henceforth do not be so gullible. Irina".

I read and reread these lines. At that moment I did not need this damn money. I needed her! Only she is one! And the tears themselves poured out of my eyes. I could not stop for a long time. Last time I cried twenty years ago. In school in the first grade.

Sometimes he tried to find her sister and find out where Ira was serving a sentence. But in vain. And suddenly, by chance, after four years at the bus stop, I met Nina, that was my sister’s name.

- Irina was freed, lives in another city. Got married. It's okay for now. And you?

- Married. The boy is two years old.

24 comments
  • March 29, 2015 6:01

    Probably, and so it can be. The story touched by the fact that the hero in it is bright. Ten points for everything.

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  • March 29, 2015 6:50

    Thank you, my Queen! Catch a kiss through the virtual space! The story is actually a fusion of the 6 stories told to me. One of the stories autobiographical - I will not say what)))

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  • March 29, 2015 8:31

    I know what)) our restless Yuri loves to pick up girls on the street. they trust him and go to the hut like moses. he promises manna from heaven for borsch and meatballs, well, he can smash tea with a sandwich for a change, and seduces with it. Well, damn it, he would have arranged such a romantic for me, or else solid cafes and restaurants)))) to my beloved 2510-10

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  • March 29, 2015 9:35

    Oh! My beloved, incomparable Snezhana visited my modest hearths! Guess the same, kanesh! I'm a freeloader. A freeloader is not unlucky to choose girls for restaurants. They are too presentable. Tokmo over the threshold and immediately:
    - And will you give me a trick with a brullantik? - the muzzle so kvass that does not give under any conditions without a trench.

    And those who come from the street in fur coats to the naked body, with joy for borsch and kaklety with an oil buter give))))).

    Well vot greed fraer ruined. I still Rockefeller said: "Yurok, damn it! We are not so rich in Schaub to buy di

    The smoking room was right. Oh, right!)))))

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  • March 29, 2015 9:47

    Priestly, just priestly.

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  • March 29, 2015 10:14

    Thank you Nettle. I will reveal a secret - the story was written 7 years ago at the very beginning of my work. It seems I have very little "grown up"?))))

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  • March 29, 2015 18:39

    Thanks for the story Jura. How do I understand, the name Irina has become “fatal” for you ?!

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  • March 29, 2015 18:57

    Rightly noted! But not so fatal, how much - this is my fatum. I have about 300 numbers in my phonebook, fifty-fifty Irina. This is despite the fact that more than half of the guys)))

    A childhood friend, lover, love, too, with such names. However, the wives and mistresses had others. By the way, my username is Ira. I somehow changed the nickname to Jura)))

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  • March 29, 2015 22:24

    Yur, better hohmi, and then from your drama heart breaks ...
    10 naturally ...

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  • March 29, 2015 22:41

    Thank you, Lapuska! I have already tuned in or Hochma or bloody treshak dash. Well, their dramas are peak ladies)))))

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  • March 29, 2015 22:52

    Then it was necessary treshak, if it really wanted diversity)))))

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  • March 29, 2015 22:57

    I have it all. I really do not know what to take))) And vampires and articles and tales, fantasy, drama, humor (mostly), romance. About prison, love at work. Virgins and libertines.

    Can you advise the unknown?)))))

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  • March 30, 2015 5:57

    Write about the monsters) I can send pictures for inspiration) Cool, straight, oh!

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  • March 30, 2015 6:23

    Not about monsters. I have an unfinished story And the pictures are also not very.

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  • March 30, 2015 6:37

    And for example, a monster with a soul of Shrek? Creepy, terrible, but inside is beautiful)

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  • March 30, 2015 6:57

    I have a story about Constantine traveler on fairy tales. There's more about the monster guarding the scarlet flower.
    About Shrek:
    «...
    - I'm Shrek! - Said the evil creature of a green color, they got in the way.

    - And I Fiona! - grinning with stochnubic sharpness, said green fat woman with frog's eyes.

    - And blasphemy? - Elf Princess asked.

    - And figl? - asked Snow Maiden.

    - What do you have in mind? - asked question Constantine.

    - We are cannibals, - Shrek explained, - Snow Maiden for dinner, Kostya for breakfast, Nastya for lunch ...

    Quickly enmeshed friends with vegetable ropes, transferred to a wooden structure that smelled like mildew, mud, and toad litter.

    - And in the cartoon Shrek, a good-natured creature, Kostya noted with pity in his voice, - and Fiona, in general, is very modesty and virtue.

    - And there is! - Said the green maiden - and where does gastronomic addiction?

    - A New Year ?! New Year! Galaxy craves NG! And you want to devour the priority figure in this issue.

    - And we have a New Year, every day, when the meat is there, after sharp-teeth, Fiona laughed happily.

    - Pretty! Or maybe we cook them in three? Painfully they blather a lot ... "

    More details: https://eroticspace.info/story/2014-10-22/eroticheskie-komicheskie-priklyucheniya-petrova-konstantina-v_8.html

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  • March 30, 2015 7:43

    In my opinion, I read it) Here in a different way. And you write something terrible. Like so - the heroine gets to the monsters. They have their leader (king, president). And the heroine lead to him. In the end, it turns out that he is a great lover and just a darling. "On the terrible face, good inside")))

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  • March 30, 2015 8:41

    This is not my topic. But we can write.

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  • March 30, 2015 10:47

    Thanks for the story, Yuri.
    Your stories (which are not from the realm of fantasy) often make me nostalgic. How nice that this is not the case)
    There have been no meetings with a venereologist and lost dollars in my life (and I hope not) :))
    You are my ten!

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  • March 30, 2015 14:56

    Thanks Sanchez. I admit - I did not lose such huge sums. And with the venereologist met only once. He revealed to me the indisputable truth: "What can not inflate with the wind - only by sex." I had to admit that it was, but I do not remember the address ...))))

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  • March 31, 2015 15:05

    Beautiful, vital and sad ... ten ...

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  • March 31, 2015 15:31

    Thank you Orvis. Probably because I did not invent anything?))

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  • April 1, 2015 21:42

    After most of the local narratives from the Drama category, a nasty black bloom remains. Because of this, I do not like to read them. And this seems to be about bad, but the sediment remained good and bright. Thank you, Yura!

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  • April 1, 2015 22:20

    Thank you, Mig! I try not to be a chernukh at all and not so much dramatic, and most importantly, pain and humiliation are not always pleasant - especially if with a tragic end ...

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