Well, that is why, when you turn 25, and you are not yet married, then everyone considers it their duty to you to look for the groom? Rita, angrily shook her head and ran out of the house. Classmates and girlfriends have been married for a long time, some have two children already. Sometimes they resort to her kitchen to cry on their lives, on their husbands, but still they try to persistently shove her into the framework of family life. She was so tired of these nerds with glasses, or blunt jocks, that she was afraid to go to visit. After all, knowing that an unmarried woman would come, many would certainly try to invite a single, and then the whole company would only see if they could do something ... Maybe they did bids. Here and parents, as if agreed.

Although it may have conspired. They are trying to acquaint her with the sons of their acquaintances, colleagues and others. She had several sad experiences, and Rita did not want to connect her life with anyone at all. She was left to herself and that was fine with her. But in order to reassure her parents, she agreed to meet with a man today. It was another son of someone they knew. Rita especially did not go into details, only mentally said goodbye to the next summer evening.

The meeting was supposed to be in a cafe, she was almost not late. A kind administrator led her to a table located in a booth. There was waiting for her young man. Contrary to expectations, he was decently dressed, moderately pumped and with intelligent eyes. "Well, well, the evening will show everything," Rita decided, and, with her short skirt neatly folded, sat opposite him. She put on her skirt specially: her legs had her flaw, slightly shortish, ugly form. It seemed to her that this would quickly scare off the next applicant. But the guy was polite, pleasant to talk to and very versatile. Introduced by Eugene. Whatever Rita would have talked about, he had an idea about everything, his entire opinion, and he was aware of all the events in the world. Having pleasantly amazed by this, he struck her and by the similarity of food addictions. In short, the evening was a success. He even danced confidently, skillfully, something many of her gentlemen lacked.

And then he walked her home, taking with her the promise to go to the cinema with him. In the movie, he did not climb under her skirt, taking advantage of the darkness, but modestly held her hand in his. Then he brought to the restaurant and held home with a large bouquet of flowers.

Their meetings became regular, customary and, after a certain time, long-awaited. Rita slowly got used to him, catching herself on the fact that despite her obstinate nature, she absolutely did not want to be capricious and argue with him. Eugene was a big, reliable, some kind of home. Every time Rita froze when her little pen was in its huge paw and dreamed of how it would feel on her body. But apparently Eugene was a strict upbringing and did not hurry with the bed. Yes, and he kissed her for the first time after a month of dating. Now, parting with him in the evening, she was waiting for these kisses. He kissed in a special way: gently, but demandingly seized her lips with his own, and began the game. Rita flew away from it, feeling how his tongue intertwined with her tongue, spinning, and her lips sucked slightly. She left him with slightly swollen lips, but very pleased.

But Eugene did not hurry any further. Meetings, trips to restaurants, cinema, theaters. He never led to himself, saying that he did not live alone, did not offer a meeting somewhere on the side, in an apartment with friends. Annoyed, Ritka decided to finish him off by meeting her parents. She thought he would refuse on any pretext and then it would become clear that she was not the subject of his dream, that there was something else. Maybe his parents, too, are pressing that he is not married at 30? But Eugene did not refuse to get acquainted, moreover, he conquered mother with a huge bouquet of roses, and his father with a bottle of expensive cognac. The whole evening was spent in a relaxed atmosphere, the parents were delighted with him.And therefore, when he asked for permission to spend the weekend with their daughter at a friend's dacha, a unanimous YES was received. In perplexity, Rita listened to their conversation, a little offended that no one asked her if she wanted to go to some kind of summer cottage. But she quickly relieved her pride, realizing that she could miss the chance to meet him alone, although she could not tolerate all these nature excursions, and even without amenities.

On Friday, Eugene called Rita, announcing that they were leaving in the evening, but he would take care of everything himself, all she had to do was get dressed and take something out of clothes for two nights and two days. Then he called her father and dictated the address of the dacha.

In the evening, fluttering out of the porch with a small backpack on her back, Rita turned her head in search of Eugene. A larger jeep, like a flagship, slowly drove up to it, a tinted glass was lowered, behind which seemed the smiling face of Eugene. Flopping next to him in the front seat, Ritka chirped something joyfully all the way, turning her head around. Soon they drove into the cottage village and stopped at the wide gates. Eugene talked on the phone, the gate opened, letting the car pass.

The day was great. He did not just pass, but flew by. Young people swam in a small but clean lake, sunbathed, bought fruit on the local market. Then they wandered through the local mountains, even looked into the chapel, where they served with a small gathering of people. By evening, Rita was tired so that her eyes stuck together and her legs buzzed.

They were sitting in a beautiful kitchen, where Eugene conjured over some kind of drink, and Rita napped slightly, watching his measured movements.

- Done, - Eugene handed her a cup.

- What is it? - Rita carefully took the drink and sniffed. He smelled of cinnamon and a mixture of some herbs.

- And you drink, do not hesitate, - Eugene's eyes laughed slyly.

She took a sip. The drink was refreshing and was quite pleasant to the taste. Eugene often looked up at the clock that hung in the kitchen above the table.

- Are you waiting for someone? - Rita sipped the drink she liked.

- No, it is a habit to constantly check with the clock, - Eugene sat down to her and lightly, almost weightlessly, ran his hand over his leg, almost to the very edge of short shorts.

At this time the phone call distracted him. He went out into the corridor, and it was audible how the conversation went from calm to a little annoyed, impatient. Rita only heard the loud: “Yes! Already!!!". The drink was refreshing, and fatigue quickly left Rita. She looked at the cup in surprise, not believing in that. Eugene thought about something intently, then seeing that Rita was watching him closely, smiled at her.

- Come on, I will bed for you, - he stretched out his hand to her and drew her into the large room, which had a door leading to the shower.

- Here ... - for some reason he was nervous, - you take off your clothes, here's a towel for you. He turned and left the room. Rita shrugged her shoulders, thought a little and, having undressed completely, went to the shower. She went out, appetizing settled on the bed, choosing a seductive pose and ... fell asleep. When she opened her eyes, it was dark outside. She was thirsty. The house was quiet. “Wow, he didn’t come ...” - thought Rita disappointedly, put on a robe and went downstairs to the kitchen. Downstairs the lights were on in one of the rooms. Torn by curiosity, she peered through the open door, and remained standing with her mouth open. There were two guys in the room, one was Eugene, she did not see the second one from the back. Eugene stood wrapped in a towel on his hips. His wet head said he was fresh from the shower. The second young man said something to him, taking off just melting. And then he went to the shower, getting a light slap on the bottom of Eugene.

Now Rita became understandable, which is why their business did not go further than kisses! He has a boyfriend, and today's trip to the country, this is just an excuse to stay with him. At this time, Eugene turned to face her and she abruptly recoiled from the gap, and then ran to her room. Rita began to feverishly dump things into her backpack, but remembering that now she could not leave the night, she sat up on the bed in frustration.A light knock on the door made ...