- Fuck, you fucked! - she sighs. - What do you think I'm joking with you joking? If you break, Mummy will ohuyev from photos of daughter's candy. Countdown went.

- Drew, do not ... - I beg. The lower lip treacherously trembles.

Hold on, Nicole, hold on. If only you don’t shine.

- Countdown, fucking, oh-oh-oh.

Small dirty brazen creature. You will regret it. I swear to God, you will regret.

But not yet. While I decide not to tempt this scum. She may well be, and bluffing, but do not want to risk. They are all crazy here. Thugs. All as one.

- Yeah ... Madam ... - I breathe out barely audible.

- What the fuck are you whispering?

“Yes, Madam,” I squeeze a little louder.

Fortunately the car is noisy. If Mom knew what was going on right next to her.

- Yes, Madam, your cunt (I almost choked on such blatant vulgarity from my own mouth) ... um ... on the line and waiting for instructions.

I turn to my mom. Zero reaction. It has passed.

- Well then, lohudra. Once again you will arrange such quirks, you will hurt in full.

- So, today at six so that Tom was at the hut. No delays.

- I...

- Something fucking said?

Yes. Burn in hell, the creature!

- No, no, I just ...

- You just fucking stand at tominy threshold on the counter at six o'clock. Brain enough to remember?

- Yes...

- A rhetorical question. Mama say that you're going to spend the night. Tomorrow is the weekend, say that you want to hang out with friends or something else. I do not care, in short. Itself there brain poraskin, like Mommy win over. But to fucking was in place. Do you understand? All, nipple, leave.

Disconnects.

Carthage Covenant!

- Who called? - asks mom.

I'm coughing. My throat was dry from these insolence.

- Drew.

- Aah, your new friend? Pretty girl.

- Listen, ma, she calls me for the night. On weekend. Can? He wants to meet his friends.

- Hmm ... Well, I do not see why not. Go have fun. The girl she seems to be good. You are my smart. In trouble you will not get?

- Mmm.

I hope, counts for "no." The last time I went for a walk with Drew, it ended up worse than ever. Until now, I can not rashlebat.

“You know, I'm so glad you made friends.” You'll see, soon I will thank you again for switching.

Yeah. Big, very big. Human From the very, very heart.

***

- I'll drop you off at home, okay?

At home. So this is how it is. Since when has a shabby apartment with two and a half ceilings become a home? Yes, I can not breathe in these rooms! Solid sensory deprivation!

I let in more grief when I see it. Mom is not impressive.

- Well, okay to you, honey, do not pout. You walk with drew. Razvueshsya.

She slows down at the curb.

- So until tomorrow then, huh? Have fun there as it should. Promise?

- Yeah.

You sure don't get bored with Drew. Damn her.

Mom kisses me goodbye, puts pressure on the gas and takes off into the distance. God forbid not keep up with the stock price and stock reports.

Oh my God, how did I get all sick here. I want to run. Run and do not stop.

There was no appetite, as you know. From one thought that again you will have to see the shameless faces of your tormentors turned upside down. I lay down on the bed. Here now to close eyes. Open and wake up at last from this nightmare.

There is no desire to change clothes either. Actually, I'll go right like that.

Minimum dignity save. Although this way I will remain. It may be stupid of course, but it was somehow easier for me among those plebeians shaking with bare bodies in their usual strict suit. My only defense. My armor is from their obscenity.

Time flows inexorably, approaching the appointed hour. As if waiting for the death penalty. Maybe it was not worth to give in to blackmail? Maybe better to tell everything. Keep this extortionist with her friend, a drug addict in jail. The idea is certainly attractive.

If only not nasty video! Drew and Tom go to jail and write to the Internet. No, really. This shame I can not stand. Then I don’t have to talk about any career. Who needs a drunken pervert under the buzz. Let me be deceived. After all, you can not explain. From one thought becomes ill. It was necessary so plunge!

Quarter to six. You can no longer delay. It would not be desirable to go, but to annoy this sadist is more expensive.

Packing, I call a taxi. Five minutes later I go out at the house of Tom Watson.

Gushing memories.

This is what I expected to see among my new friends. Richly furnished house, wealthy parents. Good car. Man of my circle, to put it simply. Finally, I thought, there was someone in this wilderness who could be talked about matters more elevated than someone who and with whom and how many times.

Therefore, when Drew offered to drop in to see him at the party, I didn’t force myself to persuade for a long time. Certainly, I had certain fears - I was still used to secular events of a slightly different level than night revels with strangers.

She shared the news with her mother, who was very happy for her daughter, who was overcoming class barriers. Well, yes, she consoled, this is of course not Grace Belgravia, but in the absence of the best ... Do not sit at home alone. Loneliness has a very negative effect on the health of a young girl, she said, thus giving her parental blessing a journey.

I must admit that at first, Tom made a very favorable impression on me. I was just standing at the improvised bar counter, holding back a yawn and thinking about running away when a pretty brunette emerged from a crowd of raging couples. Let go of a couple of unexpectedly thin jokes. I offered to drink something. I didn’t even stupidly round my eyes in the unfeigned “I do not believe” when I said that I didn’t drink. He took my arm, we went up to the second floor. Showed his father's library. I trembled with joy when I saw the volume of Diderot in the original. It turned out that he was fluent in French. I immediately switched to the language of the great encyclopedist and we very kindly discussed his work. I didn’t even know how much I missed such intellectual debates. He suggested, since I do not drink alcohol, bring a glass of juice. The fruit is fresh, Tom said, not all filth packaged. I was not against - a little dry throat. Juice really was very tasty. A pleasant weight spread through the body ...

And then ... Then I learned the hard way how deceptive looks can be ...

***

I went to the door, calling. Opens Tom, flaunting bare breasts. I avert my eyes. He is wearing a third-rate porn uniform: yellow silk robe unbuttoned, red shorts and slippers. Sunglasses on the nose.

But at our first meeting, he looked very different ...

- Aah, ma belle coquette est arrivée. Fi-nale-ment! [one]

Lord, just came, and already troubled.

If it were not for the upbringing, I would now give a couple of tender.

- And we were already waiting. They thought you would not come at all. Prodinimish. Well, welcome.

Blunts and bends in the bow. The majordom is filthy.

On the second floor, Drew is waiting, lounging on a sofa and smoking obviously illegal stuff.

One gets the feeling that everything, literally everything in this filthy town, is constantly “blowing”, “hitting” something, “throwing something” on something or “sitting” on something. Where only the police are looking?

- Appeared not dusty. Crawling around, crawling?

I think I'll come down to answer? Dream

She pulls in and blows smoke in my face. From the stench and indignation compressed throat. With a fierce wave of my hand, dispersing nauseous blue-gray clubs, showing with all my face how disgusting her habits are to me.

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