Having received the room keys at the reception desk of the sanatorium, Anka and I rushed to the elevator, whose doors had already started to close. Catching my breath, I looked around: four guys of eighteen or twenty years old were looking at me and my daughter with interest.

- Thank you, guys. - I smiled at them. - Click fifth, please.

- Already pressed, we also go there.

The big elevator of the old Soviet sanatorium buzzed, raising us to the right floor. Trying not to interrupt the easy conversation with the guys, I was pleased to note that I was attracting their attention. My short dress perfectly opened my legs, even if not yet tanned - and the boys kept sneaking glances at them. However, the Ankina figure occupied them no less.

The elevator opened, the guys immediately picked up our bags themselves and dragged them down the hallway, which was a good sign.

- 525th! - I shouted after, and my daughter and I leisurely followed them lightly. They joked about how many dresses women take on vacation for a week.

“And we have room 527,” said the black-eyed Gene, whose name I already managed to find out in the elevator. - Come in, if that.

Anka imperceptibly from him rolled her eyes, letting me understand my attitude to what is happening.

- Required! - I said in a sweet voice. - Gene, and you will not show us the way to the beach? We are in this sanatorium for the first time, we know nothing at all.

Anka this time rolled her eyes so that she could easily have cracked her forehead from the inside. Ignoring her, I agreed that the boys would knock on us in half an hour.

***

In the room we hurriedly opened the suitcases in search of swimsuits and other beach accessories. I could not figure out what we needed.

- Mom, will there be a change? - My daughter asked, pulling her bikini out of the bag.

- I do not know. Put on the swimsuit under the dress, take the shift with you.

We ran, got ready, prejoined, and in half an hour were almost ready. The boys had to wait only five minutes. I noticed how Volodya nodded approvingly, looking at the light airy dress on Anya. However, my short shorts and tight T-shirt also collected quite attentive looks.

***

The boys were very charming that for their age it was even unusual - such a thorough approach is usually seen in men after 30. Anka thawed and also bathed in their attention and compliments, because in the end they were hardly older than her eighteen-year high school girl. Muscular, cute, young - a wonderful company, I thought.

Having gone up and sunbathing, we got hungry.

“Let's get ready,” I said. - It's time to have dinner, and in general there are no forces left. Too many events for one day. Docha, let's go change clothes.

Rising from the rug, I picked up the bag and we went to the beach cabin. My daughter moaned about what she wanted at McDonalds, and I thought about how we should continue the evening with the boys so as not to lose our mood.

“No McDonalds,” I said sternly. - There is a south, fruit, healthy food.

Anka pouted her lips and paused, rummaging through her bag. Trying not to touch the walls of the cramped booth, I pulled off my wet swimsuit and began to wear a bra. Anka was still in her bag.

- Mom?

- What?

- I forgot to put a shift.

Balbeska, I thought, but did not say out loud.

- What is all forgotten - and panties, and a bra?

- Yeah.

- Dress pull and go so well. There is only ten minutes to go to the room.

We returned to the rug, collected it and other accessories in the bag.

- Boys, is the market far away? I want fresh fruit for dinner.

The boys obediently began to eagerly tell how to get to the market and what they could not take. Then they offered to take us there and I agreed. My daughter pulled me by the hand, recalling her problem, but I only looked at her sternly, saying that she herself was to blame, endure now.

***

Southern sellers in the market are more annoying than southern mosquitoes.We barely fought off them and, dragging our feet tired, went back to the sanatorium.

“Oh, by the way,” Andrei suddenly shouted, pointing to a fence near us. Here is a dolphinarium!

He pulled a couple of bricks to the fence, stood on them and stretched out, peering over the edge.

- Here, their pool is right here!

Because of the fence really smelled of salt water. I approached and stood on tiptoes on bricks, but I did not reach the edge. At the same moment, the boys who surrounded me brazenly picked me up by the shoulders and behind the ass and lifted me up. I looked over the fence at the big blue pond in which the dolphins frolicked, and enjoyed rather strong embraces of young male bodies, rather than this species.

- Anh, look what class! - I nodded to my daughter, getting out of male hands. - Help, boys.

- Not! Do not! - She made an attempt to repel them, but I gave her a stern look and she diminished her ardor.

“Let me put you on my neck,” Gena said good-naturedly behind her, and, without waiting for permission, with a strong jerk, lifted her around the waist, lifted her over and put his head right between her legs.

I grinned to myself. Mmm, I would be like that. But Anka wobbled as if he wanted to eat it.

- Calm down, otherwise he will drop you! - I pulled her. - Look and everything, nothing. Hold her tight, Gene, this is my most valuable daughter, I have no other.

Gene shrugged, sitting down Anka stronger, but she did not really help. Gene suddenly stopped, his eyes widened. She must have pulled his hair, I thought.

- Anh, you see dolphins? - I asked.

“I see, I see, let go already,” she still could not sit.

“Well, let her go, okay,” I patted the guy on the shoulder. “See, she doesn't trust you.” Caution, caution.

He lowered her to the ground and she jumped away from him embarrassedly. We went forward. Three of the guys went with us, the fourth was not visible. Suddenly a car pulled up near us.

- Hey, boys and girls, sit down!

Volodya was waving us out of the car, just our fourth acquaintance.

- Class! - I said. “I never thought you had a car.” My legs are so tired.

“Ladies forward,” said Gena, and opened the front door for me. I crouched, sitting down.

- Mom, where am I? - Anka asked behind my back.

I figured: well, yes, there are six of us, everyone will not fit.

- Well, sit in someone's arms, who you like more.

“Nooo,” she moaned. - Guys, maybe someone wants to go on foot?

The guys shook their heads and began to persuade her to go. They clearly wanted to sit her on his lap. I was distracted, building eyes Volodya, and put the legs so that the knees looked as attractive as possible. In the backseat, in the meantime, there was some kind of fuss, and then Gena said loudly:

- We are ready, let's go!

I turned around: Anka sat on his lap, turned away with displeasure and at the same time pushing away his hands, with which he strove to hug her around the waist. Gene soon gave up and removed his hands.

Turning back, I glanced in the mirror. If you deviate a little, I could see my daughter's eyes. She painstakingly portrayed unbearable torment. I chuckled - then you will remember in my years, how nice it is when guys take pens, fool.

The car drove off and I started some kind of regular conversation, looking now on the road, now in the mirror. My daughter still made herself a martyr, fighting off male hands and diligently pursing her lips, and only five minutes later I suddenly remembered what her problem was. Stretching out on the seat, I looked at her knees. Anka sat her ass on the hem of her dress, but I had no doubt that Gena perfectly feels that there is nothing under the dress.

It seemed to me that he even put his hands in there, but in the mirror it was incomprehensible. I turned around and it seemed to me that Gena twitched, hiding his hand.

- How are you here ...