- Girl, you in what direction?

I stopped near a low figure, apparently waiting for a minibus on the side of the road. He began to spell fine autumn rain. In this weather, I try to pick up families with children and girls along the way. That's interesting ... Grannies should probably be picked up too, but after I brought up some impudent grandmother, who had endured my brain for an hour and made me travel around the city, because she had forgotten where exactly her daughter lived, as she whispered . Pavlov's reflex worked, and for some reason I stopped noticing grannies ... But the girls ... young and not young too ... Probably, old age is approaching. By and large, you don’t need any money from them (I’m still embarrassed to take money from women) or to continue dating. Just chatted on the way, landed, thanked and the mood improves.

Looked out the window quite a girl. Schoolgirl or just finished. Well, okay. I just let you down. I will not say, you are too small, soak up.

Conversation, and there is, schoolgirl. Only just turned 18. All the talk about school, quarreled with her friend, tired of studying. I would rather have graduation and freedom ...

- Eh, devonka, - I think. No freedom exists. Judging by your stories, the university does not shine for you. Technical school maximum. And then you just go to work first as a waitress, get married at a glance, you can’t last long with your dreams of freedom, divorce and again the ghostly dream of freedom, will give way to a dream where to find trakhara to keep with the child. Yeah ... I guess I'm becoming an inveterate cynic ... "Not we are, life is like that."

We arrived. I stop.

“And you are cheerful,” the girl continues to sit in the car, clearly showing that I forgot to do something.

- Is it me funny? Due to the fact that you trolled with your children's problems all the way? - No, of course it's just my thoughts. Aloud I say:

- I just did not expect that such a young girl can be such an interesting companion. Thanks to you, I didn’t even notice how we got there.

“It is also very interesting to talk with you,” he sits and looks expectantly. Does she really think she should exchange phones with her? And then what to do with it? On the other hand, well, we can chat at your leisure.

- If you want, we can somehow stroll together or go to the theater, - for some reason, all the girls go crazy on the word theater. She may be an impassable fool, but if she goes to the theater with her, she begins to think that she is close to art and who, promoting a lecture about what the director wanted to say, was almost a philosopher. And the philosopher is not afraid to go home and stay overnight ... You are strange.

Three days later, I looked in my telephone directory. Tanya is a small P - read the inscription. What Tanya p. I did not know, it was just the whole record that did not fit in the line. Everything that I knew about her, her name is Tanya, she is small both in age and height, and we met at Parkhomenko. Her grandmother lives there. So I recorded, so as not to forget. Tanya is a little Parkhomenko. But my thoughts have already taken quite a certain direction.

- Can you run some time on your computer or bang under a porno? No ... I wanted real sex. Once again, flipped through the phone book ... something I relaxed. It seems the list is large, but there is nobody to call. Here can be Nastya. With her, it is normal until they have sex, there was still some incompleteness. In the back of the car and is considered and not. On the one hand, you can brag to your friends. The girl, of course, is hot. For some reason, divorces are almost all such. Maybe my ex is now trying with all her might to prove to someone that she is not a log and is making up for one month's shortage in one evening ... Nastya was transformed during sex, it was worth seeing it again.A serious leggy translator suddenly turned into a fury, mother, scratched and asked to bite her nipples.

- Stronger, stronger bite.

- Where is stronger? Bounce off now fuck, then what to do? - I thought, nibbling the little pink nipples, despite the raised daughter.

Then she complained to me that she broke up with the guy and she had not had sex for more than a month. In general, it is not so. I want warmth, tenderness ...

“Well, of course, you are all different.” In tomorrow you will also be torn apart by the next fucker and you will tell him this sentimental story.

I called Nastya. In principle, she did not mind meeting. That's just my daughter sleep put hours at eleven.

- At eleven or twelve I will take away, an hour and a half of the obligatory program of ulamyvaniy and talk about anything. Then drive home across town. She will not spend the night, suddenly the daughter wakes up. Take back. Or in the car to fuck again ... Well, uncomfortable, scumbag. I'm not small, she still grew her legs, dick understand where to push them. It is necessary, or a bigger car, or a smaller woman.

“Listen, maybe we’ll go somewhere else on weekends, and then tomorrow everyone’s work, get up early,” I said aloud.

Continuing to flip through the telephone gaze again fell on the inscription: “Tanya is a little P”.

- Ah, it was not. Still nothing to do. In principle, if not for a long time to swing, even have time to the theater.

I did not go to the theater like with other girls, but slightly moved away. It seemed to me that all people reproach us. A better way to think that I am her dad or uncle.

Then we had dinner at the cafe. The girl obviously liked the attention of an adult man and she did not feel herself with me at all uncomfortable. Gradually, I began to think less about our difference in age, more than twice.

I said goodbye to her with a chaste kiss on the cheek. He didn’t let his hands go; in conversations he didn’t make any ambiguous hints either, because he didn’t decide what I was doing next to this child unreasonable.

She called when Denis was with me. It was my childhood friend and inveterate fucking terrorist. It is about such people who say: “Fucks everything that moves. If he doesn't move, he moves himself and fucks. ” His eyes lit up. Who is this? Svezhak? Maybe on Threesome subscribe?

I told.

Dan screamed, “Do you know what a youngster and a glossy magazine look like? Outside is a beautiful cover, and if you open it - there is an article, an article, an article ... ".

- Thank you reassured.

- Well, she is 16?

- There is.

- Well, that's it. Age of consent heard? You are not going to rape her?

- Yes, I do not know what to do with it. There is nothing to talk to her about.

- They are now cool is with someone older to stir up. Imagine, at her girlfriends boys the youngsters on bicycles ride and pull the pigtails so far. And then you meet her from school civil, in a suit and by car. Her friends go to shit. And what did she call?

- Yes, I asked to take somewhere. Said now busy, call you later.

- Well, I'm telling you. She wants to draw before her friends. Do you want me to borrow a Kent Land Cruiser for a day? You'll drive to the school, take it. Let the girl rejoice.

So spun. From time to time we met with her. Sometimes they would go somewhere, but more often they just walked, if the weather allowed, or chatted in the car. Gradually, I remembered my childhood and there were common topics for conversation. She almost always lived with her grandmother. My mother had a second husband, with whom Tanya did not find a common language. The grandmother was old with her problems and sores. Therefore, the girl was mostly presented to herself. From here and mediocre study, and our late gatherings in the car.

Who was she to me? I have not yet decided. As such, I did not feel attracted to her. He continued occasionally to fuck old acquaintances, but he just talked with her and even somehow tried to pull her up to school, but met with resistance that she already got her studies, and then I try to climb with it.

But ...