END PREPARATION

So, neither shaky, nor shank lasted days. Finally, in early November, good news was received - Sashin approved the transfer of district headquarters; on November 10, he should start service not far from his own million-plus city, a thousand kilometers away from our region, where his parents live in a 3-room apartment (sister he had been married for a long time and lived separately, and his parents were very eager to marry their son and babysit their grandchildren).

At first, they wanted Sasha to go alone, get a job at a new duty station, do preparatory work at home and among acquaintances-relatives, and then come to her, perhaps even with friends for safety net from excesses. But I offered them (I’m talking to them conditionally, I repeat, I never saw Sasha in my life and didn’t even talk to him on the phone, Leila listened to all my suggestions, and brought his answers to me) a different plan.

On November 5, I gave Leila a detailed plan of their actions. Starting from what she must have with her documents and photocopies, ending with the timetable for the movement of buses, electric trains and trains along the route. The trick was that even if they could find out about her escape a minute after she got into the car, she was unlikely to intercept them on the way to Sasha’s hometown, because the most obvious route from Ensk to that city, and confusing tracks, but also taking into account a one-time change of schedules on the November holidays. Day X was appointed to the xs-what anniversary of the Great October Socialist Revolution, exactly on November 7.

On November 6, after lunch, I had practically no one left at work. The bored secretary was on duty near the telephone and fax, and the bored guards were near the turntables on the first floor. Well, in my office I was rolling updates on software, taking advantage of a rare situation - formally working time, but there is no one in the programs, that is, there is no need to come for this in the evening or on the weekend.

The call to the internal protection. “DD Batkovich, they came to you. Go down. ” I am going down. Leila, disregarding all the rules of encryption and conspiracy, in broad daylight, came to me to work. Is silent. With a faint smile, he looks at me, but as if he is a little unconscious. A thought strikes through with lightning: “These bastards learned and did something with Sasha. I will destroy the reptiles!

- Something happened? - I ask. She negatively shakes her head.
- Is everything ok? - having calmed down, I ask further. She nods.

My language does not turn when the guards ask, "Why did you come then?" Moreover, I already judge more sensibly, once I have come, it means that it is necessary, she also sees guards and will not speak with them.
- Well, then let's go up, look at the computer in more detail - throwing the legend for the protection. - Guys, she will rise to me, not for long.
- Yes, yes, of course, - they answer me in unison, not even looking at the visitor. One plays on a decommissioned computer in Tetris, the other gives advice on how to turn and where to move the cubes.

We rise. It is raining on the street, helping her to take off her raincoat, I hang it on a hanger in the closet. She for some reason in black. Black deaf turtleneck, black skirt below the knees, black tights and shoes, only a gold chain with a heart medallion and an engraved Latin letter “L” is turning yellow - my birthday present to her. Sveta has the same with the letter “S”, and with the letter “I” - with my other mistress of those years. The black mourning again leads me to evil thoughts, once again, alone already, I ask if something has happened and is everything normal? Already alone confirms that nothing happened and everything is fine. But I cannot ask in private: “Why did you come then?”. Too rough and ugly it turns out.

- Why are you in such a dress? Mourning for ruined youth? - I joke, meaning black clothes.
She looks at herself as if she just saw what she is wearing.Waving his hand:
- Oh, that. It will remain here, but what I take tomorrow is already laid.

And it breaks through a chaotic and agitated monologue:
- DD, my dear, dear, how happy I am, how grateful you are. You did everything for us, I love him so much, I dream so, we will leave tomorrow, I will never forget you. He loves me too, right? When everything is fine, I will come to visit, and we will see you, right?

It should be mentioned here that when we calculated the consequences of her escape, we believed that sooner or later the parents would accept, they would see that the daughter was happy in marriage, even if she was unfaithful, reconciled, and she would visit them with her children. And since husbands usually are not eager to be visiting a mother-in-law, she will come alone, and therefore nothing can stop us from seeing, even once a year.
“Of course, true,” I reply to both of her questions. She is sitting on a chair in front of a computer, I am standing nearby. “Will you leave this here too?” - I hook the locket with my finger and play with it. She grabs my hand with both hands and kisses me.
- No way! It will always be with me. The memory of you, about us, about everything that we had.

Ending, but not the end

In the corridor behind the door, the secretary’s heels clatter. Leila anxiously look at the door.
- Nobody will come here? Lock the key.
Remember, I said that formally during our relations mine and her territories for sex were two. Her old and new apartments, and my apartment and car. I was wrong. The third territory was my office.

When, having closed the door, I returned to her, she no longer sat on the chair, but knelt with her mouth parted. Perhaps it was the most controversial blowjob in my life. The most ordinary, if considered to be her typical style of literal "sucking". And the most unusual about the situation in her personal life - the girl sucks my dick on the eve of the escape with her lover, actually on the eve of the wedding, before the first sex with her fiance. Very pleasant: the gentle lips wrapped around and pulled in the head and the whisk, then pushed the tongue out, and again the same with a good pace of confident suction - not chasing the horses, and not dying over every movement. And at the same time the cats scratched their souls: the last time, this is the last time, tomorrow it will be with another, and now it will be mentally with him. But what a good girl she is, she came in to say goodbye (and how to say goodbye!) On such a day as she is dear to me and close! And what a pity that henceforth she will be so far from me!

The ending rolls up as expected, but even moving her head back and forth along my penis, I try to stroke her hair, touch the bare skin of my skin over the turtleneck collar, and better remember her body, her hair, her lips on my penis, her embarrassed and such familiar half smile after swallowing sperm at the same time with a look in his eyes. Such a familiar post-ejaculation suction, the hand on the machine gives the last droplets from her barrel into her mouth. But why do I want to cry? That girl meant so much to me? Yes, she meant a lot to me! Let him be happy!

I pick it up under my elbows, lift me up like a child, press my face to her neck. The raindrops somehow fell under the hood of the raincoat, but it is surprising why they are salty?

As if forgetting his question (and my answer to it) from the monologue immediately preceding the blowjob, Leila again dreamily asks:
- DD, well, tell me, does Sasha really love me? Blessed be in love!

... Having walked her to the gate of the fence, I stood and smoked for a long time in the drizzling rain, watching her silhouette getting smaller and smaller, dimmer and dim, and finally completely dissolved in the twilight of a short autumn day. She took with her not only a golden heart-shaped locket. Part of my heart also stayed with Leila. Forever and ever!

AND THERE IS NOW THE END - CASE OF VENETS

Escape is a success! On the 12th, I received a text message from an unfamiliar number, signed “Leila”, that everything is fine, they settled in and are very grateful to me for the help. Then she gave me the city phone number, which I called several times before she got her cell phone.I was surprised to learn that after she had called her parents from a new place of residence and said that she was alive and well, she simply got married and moved to another city with her husband, she was told that they no longer have such a daughter. In general, the father also acted wisely. Suppose I would be enraged, for example, I would send my sons to seek and punish the recalcitrant daughter, even if they would find her and kill her. So what? In one fell swoop, he would have lost his daughter and sons, because most likely they would have been caught. And so, the daughter is still cut off the chunk, and the sons continue the more important function of dealing with the infidels.

They lived with Sasha's usual family life, mostly soul-to-soul, but sometimes conflicting, how could it be without this in the family? I remember that she somehow called me, offended by her husband’s very foolish act (either went fishing with friends without warning her, and the cell phone was out of the reception area; or at the party twice she danced with the same a lady, while she still could not afford to be embraced by the male hands of not loved and not lover). In general, in a grudge against him, I left the house and wandered around unfamiliar streets, sharing with me painful feelings. I comforted her, explained that everything is normal, it does not mean that he stopped loving you, you should not pay attention to such trifles, respond with good to evil (especially since it is seeming, not real). I think that with the help of my persuasion, and analyzing with my own mind, she clearly understood that in her current situation there are many more advantages than disadvantages. Indeed, in addition to finding a loving husband and benevolent relatives, she came to the big city, with an abundance of concert and exhibition halls, theaters and museums, monuments of architecture and culture.

Leila gave birth a year later, another year later she was pregnant with her second child, there was no hope that she would reconcile with her parents and come to Ensk; I had no options for a trip to their faraway city. And our infrequent calls to each other, on average several times a year, usually on the New Year, March 8 and birthdays, gradually stopped.

CONCLUSION

I do not know how the series ends, but the oriental tales end like this. Three apples fell from the sky: one to me, the humble narrator DD; another to you, patient readers of Sexitals; and the third - who is the third? Truly, Leila!