I came from the army, and I was met only by a locked apartment door with changed locks. Although I had the right to knock out this unfortunate door and enter the apartment in which I was registered, I did not do this. The locked door was a peculiar sign to me - “you are not expected here!”

The fact is that in front of the army, I squabbled with my mother because of her next lover. I sympathized with the fact that after the death of the father, the mother began to bring the men home, but so that they dare to command me, with an adult forehead, as if they got this right, having put my mother in bed - I could not accept it. That time it was exactly that. I calmly sat in my room, strumming a guitar. Here comes the mother with another boyfriend. Well here it began ... This brazen type comes to me and says, let's say, let's talk like men. My name is Victor, they say. And he begins to push me - like my music bothers them, and my presence in the apartment also does not allow my mother to relax when they are busy with this. Because of this, he cannot get an orgasm for poor mom. He says, so brazenly: - Go, boy, take a walk for about two hours. We'll mess around, and then you come!

He didn’t infuriate me then ... I gave him a “two” in his face (I was engaged in boxing). While he was trying to recover himself, I grabbed his breasts, even though he was twice as heavy as me, and lowered his carcass down the stairs. Mother yelling at me, screaming. This cop call from below threatens! I shouted to him in response: - Call, bitch, until you killed here! I do not care after two days at the assembly point and the army! He sdrisn instantly. Mother slammed the door and shouted: “Live now where you want, you bastard!” The same beast, like Dad!

- And what, daddy didn’t give you anyone to fuck you too, that you hate him so much? - I cried out in the hearts.

- Beat it, brute! So that my eyes did not see you! - mother howled from behind the door.

Well, I didn’t bother with her anymore - to no avail. What was - in a T-shirt, sweat pants and slippers on bare feet, I went to the draft board. And it's already autumn and it's pretty cold. I say, send me to the assembly point early, kicked me out of the house. The military commissar is a good man, says to me: - Do not be sad, son, the Motherland will not leave you, for the next two years you will be shod, dressed, will feed you and will give you a roof over your head. And if after the demob will be bad - come, we will define you for extra urgent.

The military commissar personally took me to the assembly point and ordered the officer on duty there: - You need to hold the guy here until the main stream approaches. Feed, give out any outfit temporarily. He has a difficult life situation. Need help. That's how I went to the army.

But now I stood in front of the same locked door. Deja vu? I went down to the exit from the entrance, I stood, leaned on the railing - I think, what should I do now. I look past me, the girl is nice, so okay she sneaked. Eighteen years old, of medium height, slim, in the hands of a notebook with the inscription "notes" - a student. Blue eyes, like lakes - you can drown! The face is very sweet - the nose is straight, slightly snub-nosed, the lips are bowed, and the hair is black, like a raven's wing - hair to combed hair, beautiful - is impossible. I think where this beauty goes, with such an exciting gait. Under a light long blue sundress, the strapless swaying seductively, covered with an elastic band - tight, tight breasts of the second or third size (ooh, without a bra), tight round buttocks roll under the light fabric ... only twenty years old, and I have not had a woman for more than two years.

The girl, passing by me, shot her eyes with interest with me. And what, I am tall, young, slim in a beautiful landing dembelskoy form. She held her gaze on me, then lowered her eyes and smiled slightly, slightly. Wow, so what! My head was already spinning, because all the blood rushed to a completely different head.For half a minute I stood like a beaten-up ... I understood that I had to get to know each other urgently, until such beauty was taken from under my nose. If I'm busy with someone, I'd rather take her away from him. I scrambled into the porch behind her, and, looking into the staircase, I tried to see which floor the girl was on. I saw her pen on the railing of the second floor. I, trying not to stomp, began to rise behind her. The girl in front, stopped at my floor and at my door! She pulled out the keys from her pocket and began to open the door. Fuck up Yes, how is that? It didn't fit in my head.

I called her: - Girl!

- Yes? - she looked at me inquiringly.

- And who are you? - I asked, - Simply, don't get me wrong, I lived in this very apartment before the army.

- Aaaa ... - suddenly realizing, and frightenedly backing to the wall, the girl said - So you ... probably, Sasha?

- Yes, I am Sasha - Alexander Eremin - I said calmly - And who are you?

- You know, it's a long time to explain ... - she burst out.

- Well, I have nowhere to hurry - I said - Maybe we will go to the apartment, and you will explain to me what's what? I promise to behave decently!

“Well ... come through ...” said the girl uncertainly.

I went through the door and sat down at the threshold to unlace the boots. The girl walked past me, slightly touching her elastic thigh with my cheek. My "heart" in my pants sank again. The girl gracefully pulled off her sandals, and passed into my, or rather, into my former, room.

- Wait, please, in the kitchen, I'll change! - She cried and closed the door.

I hung the beret and camouflage jacket on the hook in the hallway, left in a vest. Then, straightening the belt in front of the mirror, I went to the kitchen. The situation in the house has changed, but was recognizable - all the same, many things were in their places. Here the picture hangs, the flowers are again in our pots ... So, the mother did not sell the apartment - this is already good! And this girl? The tenant let something go? I sat down in the kitchen.

Five minutes later, the girl entered, she was wearing a loose white T-shirt (again without a bra, I noted, determined by how naturally swayed from the movements of her breasts) and sports tight-fitting black pants. Pants, of course, it must be said, covered very well. I already have a lump smoked by the sight of her slender long legs and a chic, meaty and elastic ass.

- Pour tea? - she asked simply.

- I think, yes! Hungry like a wolf ... - I replied.

“Come on, then, I'll borsch the warmth for you,” she said.

- Come on! Listen, what's your name? Otherwise, you know me from somewhere, but I don’t know you ... - I said quietly.

- Olya my name is ... - the girl sighed and paused, stirring the borscht in the pan on the stove.

- Well, tell me, Olya, who are you, where did you come from and why do you live in my room now?

- In short, do not be offended, Sash, but your mother married my dad! We were in a hostel before huddled, and then moved here. Mom and gave me this room - said, I can be located there ...

- And what should I be offended at you? What have you got to do with it? Well, things ... - I stretched - And how is my mother now, generally angry at me?

- You know, still angry. Calling you in every way ... She sees my dad every day, whom you then beat ...

- Wow, turn ... - I already whistled - And your father is like you? Strongly I bore it then?

She put a plate of borscht on the table and began to watch me eat. She leaned on the table, in the neckline of the T-shirt I was able to examine her swinging beautiful breasts, but of course I didn’t see her nipples.

- Well, so ... normal, - Olya smiled slightly, continuing the conversation - she broke her face and broke two ribs! And how did it happen between you? And then the mother describes you at all as a beast, and you, I see, are adequate (here Olya hesitated a little) ... and quite cute!

Well, I told Ole how everything turned out in detail then, of course, slightly softening and removing the swearing dialect - well, I can't swear at girls. She was a little flushed, apparently ashamed of her father’s behavior.

- And are you right in slippers to the draft board then left? - She was amazed - Listen, I understand you. I would also face him ...