When I was little, I often heard from my parents a strange phrase: “Do not lose your head!” I was always amused by this phrase. How can you take and lose your head? What nonsense?

Janka is my best friend! My little sister in spirit. We are with her from the hospital. Our mothers lay in the same room, and then gave birth to us at intervals of one hour. At first I was born, and then Yanka. This slight time advantage made me older. In the deep, serene pot-kindergarten childhood, I often praised this fact.

- I'm older than you!

This was the most compelling argument in our disputes with her. And for some reason, Yanka did not resist at all and did not protest such dominance on my part. She recognized my seniority, agreeing with my decisions. A little later, Janka learned to cheat. She still agreed with my judgments and decisions, but acted as she should. And she did it so cleverly that I did not even notice that I was circled around the nose.

At school, we studied sitting at the same desk. Our classmates were sure we were sisters. The fact that we have different surnames, mothers and fathers, for some reason was not considered a reason for not recognizing our kinship. We have always and everywhere been together. We even got sick almost simultaneously. And get the same score.

We also fell in love at the same time with the same guy. But for some reason it did not embarrass us at all and did not divide.

- Lenka, I fell in love!

- In whom?!

- In Pasha from the 9th "B"!

- Who is this?

- Well, the basketball player who is tall, walks in Nike sneakers!

- Ahhhhh! Redhead which?

- Yes!

Yanka was the first of us to choose an object of adoration, but when she showed it to me secretly from around the corner, I immediately fell in love with him! Later, while studying at the institute, I learned that there are such concepts as “suggestibility”, “collective unconscious” and other psychological definitions explaining my feelings then.

Instead of competing in this new reality for us with Yanka, we began to go through the stage of the first love. We shared our feelings and experiences, thoughts and ideas. And it was very cool. It is now a little ridiculous to remember what problems we were tormented, and what decisions we made, but then it was all very important and exciting.

We fell in love with Pasha as quickly as we fell in love. Because he was replaced by another object of adoration. He was replaced by a third, then we already fell in love with different guys. The whole school went on like this.

Our classmates to the prom had a rich experience of relations with the male part of the population. And Janka and I remained romantic girls. And did not worry about it at all. We, like our classmates, had fun, went to discos, parties, birthdays, trips, went to competitions and to camps. But in those moments when the other girl, getting into the arms of the guy, began to swim and, giving in to her feelings, forgot about everything, gave herself up, we followed each other, and did not allow "losing our heads."

Once, Janka and I met Roma. Last weekend we celebrated Yankino coming of age. And on Monday we felt a bit sluggish, so we decided to just walk around the evening city. We walked around the city, chatting about our girlish problems, sipping canned beer, which Yanka dragged home from her father's stocks. We were not lovers of beer, and alcohol in general. We drank only on special occasions and in small quantities. But today I quarreled with my parents about my rights and my “very fast growing up”.

I came home yesterday a little later than planned and indicated, and even with the smell. Dad gave me a "debriefing", and my mother pointedly offended. On emotions and anger, I told my dad, and he told me a bunch of all sorts of nasty things.From this soul all day was ugly and wanted to cry. Yanka immediately noticed my mood and, wanting to help, pulled me out for a walk and almost forced me to drink beer.

Two cans of intoxicating drink and witty Yankee jokes did their job. I felt better, and life became beautiful again. I wanted adventure and new sensations. The most dangerous condition for a young girl at such a young age. And today I was also in a “rebellious” mood caused by unweting emotions from my father's moralizing and exacerbated by canned beer. Even today I specially put on my “sex-outfit”, intended exclusively for discos and apartment parties. Short loose skirt, chest-hugging topic. From this outfit dad was always on the verge of a heart attack, mom predicted pregnancy, and the male individuals were in undisguised delight. When I went out for a walk, even Yanka whistled.

- And you did not get mad, friend? We go around the city for a walk, not a party. Maybe it's easier to dress?

- I want it so much!

- Yes, your skirt shines through and cowards can be seen! Now all city cables will come running!

- Well, let! Zadolbalo already a nun walk!

- Well as you know. If anything, I warned you.

Yanka herself was in gins and a colorful T-shirt. She was always shy about her fatty hips. Even I could not manage to convince her of this and prove that her legs are in perfect order.

Indeed, my outfit, like a magnet, attracted the gaze of male individuals to our pair. Everyone who already or still was capable of excitement in his pants, looked at me and evaluated. And it terribly strained me. I didn’t like to be an object of desire and to feel lustful looks on myself. Inside, I shrank all over, but outwardly I continued to smile and defiantly wagging my ass. I did everything out of spite, as if trying to hurt my father with my ugly behavior. Let him know and understand that yesterday I was still well behaved! And I can be a very bad girl!

Several times the guys “rolled up” to us with the desire to get acquainted, but we “turned them off” with laughter and jokes. It was so funny to look at the attempts of the young men to come closer and “ring up” us. Even more mature guys were lost and worried, and defiantly brave, coming to us, throwing well-trained phrases for acquaintance. But Yanka very quickly and deftly knocked them off from the usual mode of behavior, asking some unexpected question.

This game we came up with this year. At the disco or somewhere else, where the guys came to meet us, we, at their greeting or "signature visit", asked the challenger for our attention and time, some unexpected question and watched their reaction. It looked like this.

- Hello! My name is Vadik! How are you?

- Hi, Vadik! Why did you come to me? Because I'm beautiful and you wanted me? Do you think you pull like me?

Always in response was a goggle or some not very intelligible lowing. We started to laugh with Yanka, the guy retired. These games were especially liked by Yanke, but I felt sorry for the “losers”. And now, the guys attracted by my outfit, ran into Yankin "jokes" and humbly retreated to the side.

Yanka and I were already thinking about where we could sit and sit and give rest to our legs, as the car stopped near us.

- Hi girls! Ride a car with cool guys do not want?

A guy of about 20-25 years old was looking at us with a smile. It was clear that the proposal rather a joke and a reason to meet.

- We only ride on Mercedes.

Yanka decided in this way to pin up a guy.

- Straight, only on Mercedes?

- Straight straight!

The guy smiled slyly and the car drove away. Yanka and I continued our walk, discussing this incident. We wondered what kind of boy he was, what he could do, how old he was and about other things, getting close to our favorite shop in the park. Suddenly, right in front of us, the car stops again.

- Well, here is Meredes! Go!

He looked at us again, smiling,