He slipped into a place where it was impossible, tore off a thirsty flower of passion. Opened a scoundrel against my will. His face doused with hot breath, I saw his eyes: languid, deep, full of desire. Another moment - and somewhere deep inside there was an explosion, hitting everything around with the heat of passion. When I realized what had happened, panic began, hysterics. "Not! Get off me! Scoundrel! Bastard! Not! Not!!! Aah! ”

Sergei: Her screams stunned me. Pleasure and passion disappeared somewhere, and shame came to their place. I felt unpleasant for myself, for having experienced such emotions. I do not understand what happened. The desire is gone. Coming out of it, I got up and went out into the corridor on the machine. I could no longer be there. It was hard to just look into the eyes of Larissa. It seemed that I had done something terrible. There was a desire to fall through the earth. Returning, I once again looked at her body. Beautiful, it no longer seemed so desired. Here and there were signs of aging. Yes, she is not an ideal model. I handed money for the service. From himself added a couple of thousand more. And I would give more if I could. I would leave everything to forget what had happened. What have I done! I scolded myself, not really understanding why. Quickly dressed, goodbye kissed her on the cheek, thanked him on the machine and went home. I do not remember how I got to myself to calm myself down from what had happened.

Valera: In the evening, tired of the occasional part-time job, I went to the kindergarten for Polinka. All day it rained like a bucket and it was very cold. Larisa said to stay, so we were there until the kindergarten closed. Then we walked in the yard, I rolled it on the rocker, which has a shelter from the rain. I had to get wet. We waited, waited for something incomprehensible. It's already dark. Polina froze and boomed that she wanted to go home. And I stood in thought and did not understand what to do. Larisa, poor Larisa ... How are you there? What have I done! How allowed? What if we go in and nothing is over there? No, I will not survive this for sure! My favorite Larissa. I seemed to have forgotten about my feelings for her, and what had happened reminded him of that. And revenge for such a short memory ... Finally, the door to the entrance opened, and from there Sergei, the mistress's son, came out with a smug look. The scum, surely pleased with his deed, went to his home. Soon, he would rattle his “feat” about the whole court, disgracing us forever. No, it is urgent to change everything! Find money, new apartment, move to another place. Where far away. At that moment I realized everything. And the soul was very bad.

Larisa: Out ... Just picked up and threw. Without pity, gratitude or sympathy. How do men do it. Coming out of me with the air of a winner, defiled, he just dressed, killing me with silence, and then threw money for the service. Like the last whore. Probably, I am such a person ... “You are leaving?” - I broke away from the depths of my soul, struck by pain. The answer sounded banal: "You were gorgeous!". Did he even like it? I tried to see the answer on the face of a young man, with whom a couple of moments ago we were one. But now everything in him expressed only indifference and silent seriousness. Soon the door slammed shut. I lay feeling like a little girl. Which just lit. Being almost three times older, I could not understand how I allowed this to happen. As allowed to do this to some boy. He was still inside me, I could taste in my mouth and smell on the bed. The body was fat from the massage oil, and deep inside was the fire of passion, which Seryozha spat out cruelly. Without asking, he gave it to me, instantly cooled. Tears rolled down her cheek.

Soon I heard the key enter the keyhole. Valera and Polinochka returned. I could not seem to them in this form. She closed herself in the room and quickly began to clean up, then, without saying a word, ran into the shower, washing away traces of filth and shame. It lasted a long time. I wanted to forget everything, and it seemed unreal that there could be consequences. But after a week there was a delay. You could think anything, but not this.After nine months, I had a blond boy.