They were all like a selection. Tall, strong, beautiful to ekanya.
They never walked calmly, just ran or even jumped. Always in business, they will go to the smithy for Mirast or Josh's shop ... And from there jumps into the forest or on the way to the city.

Far and strangers like stars.

Heroes of our girlish dreams.

Although our girls almost did not notice how they did not write boiling water at the sight of the heroes. Only the first village beauty - Betty - was sometimes allocated, even they called to the hotel for a chat. Although she didn’t have one side tooth, but her chest was huge, and she got out of the neckline. The face is sweet, the braid is bright, the character is docile, all with a girl.
They called for a chat, but for some reason they didn’t get married.

The stray hero looks at Betty with brilliant laughing eyes, shakes his head.

- Come on, honey Betty, let's talk for an hour.

And she runs after him. Yes, anyone would have run.

I also dreamed of talking to the hero. He would tell me about other countries, about big cities. And I would ask: “How not to forget after death? How to do to remember? ”

Our house was falling apart year by year. All dresses to me are small, shame cracked on the sides. For children's things to go to the fair in Prilesye it is necessary to go, who will go?
And Dad left every morning with some of the heroes. And never came.
Revived at night, right in his bed.

Tired, sullen and remembered nothing. In the morning, they nodded to the heroes who came, sometimes they would get into the line and swore before the fight who the dad would leave with.
I rushed to my legs and tried to tie me to the bed, and I burned my hand with coal.

But the heroes took the father, only the gold was left on the table.

Somewhere, far from home, he was killed. All of our so returned, without a memory of what happened, naive like little children.

This is what makes us different from heroes. We remember our life, childhood, but they do not. But then, by the will of the gods, we do not remember what happened before death, returning to one and that invisible point of eternal counting. But the heroes remember all their lives until any death, memory is not lost, it accumulates experience. Heroes are getting stronger with every death.

Just yesterday, he runs this with zero on top. And today, looking, already the fourth.

When the hero called Betty to talk not to the hotel, but to the river, I was delighted. I will follow them, and, as they sit down, podchku petty leshem, the hero does not have time to jump, he will listen to all my questions.

She put on the purest blue embroidered dress, tied her long brown curls with a handkerchief. Before the river hand at hand, I will have time to start the conversation.

When I got out of the willow bushes to the sandbank, Betty had not yet spoken. For some reason she was kissing the hero right in the groin, she could not tear herself away.

- Hi, hero! - despite my 12, I was independent and brave, - what is your secret, why do you not forget after death?

- Who are you, brazen girl? - clinging crimson face man, holding a strange twitching Betty's head.
- I am the daughter of Borokh Light Access! He dies every day and does not remember himself. How can I help my father?

For some reason, the hero covered the jacket Betty was kissing him with.

“No one will help your father,” he replied sadly, “there must be at least 60 levels there.”
— — — --

A year has passed since then.

The world has not changed an inch. Beauty Bettina still caught the eyes of our guys and passing heroes. Father was reborn almost every night. They knocked with hammers in the forge of Mirast with apprentice Zach. He opened his shop at dawn to Josh.

Only I was getting different. I grew amazingly fast, changing every day, turning into an adult girl for a year, I read a lot, learned from a herbalist, listened to Josh's stories, ran through the woods, saved my father’s gold. I needed to be level 60.

- Manika! Come out!

This is Betty.Six months ago, we became bosom friends. I asked her, listened attentively, told myself that I wanted to attract the attention of the hero.

Once the fellow Fred, the son of the headman, met with the hero at the shop. And he suggested to Fred to go with him, said that Fred will become strong and rich, he will see the world. Betty told that she later saw Fred in the town of Prilesye, and Fred became 5 levels higher.

The beauty was glad to talk, the other girls disliked her, envied her. And I grew up okay, a shock of chestnut-golden hair, a pretty big-eyed face, a flexible figure with a tall, fine chest.

Increasingly, the heroes began to stare at my mouth with a tiny mole over the top of the upturned sponge, at the dark blue eyes surrounded by long eyelashes, at the growing chest.

Betty said that it was time for me to learn to kiss lower abdomen, but the heroes do not like clumsies. And she grinned at the emptiness of the side tooth.

We have a tiny village, everyone is familiar, I didn't want to kiss anyone, but it is necessary.
Bettina led me to the barn, where Zack was already sitting on a stacked log. I didn’t grow up in a year, sweaty, with a smudge of soot on my face, he was more likely to make me want to feed than to kiss.

The place was quiet, even the dogs did not run here. Bettina asked Zack to remove her trousers, and I came closer.
Zack was embarrassed and covered with his palms.

I have seen the husbandry more than once, to herbalism with which only sores we did not run. One day, even the headman showed his ud when the sliver unsuccessfully flew off.
Yes, and early village children understand what's what.

But only when, after persuasion and stroking, Zak pulled his hands away, I realized that I had kissed Betty to the hero by the river. My mind has never disagreed with that before.

Beauty kissed them with a beast!
Zack, too, was stunned. I watched staring at her as she stood on her knees, licked his still hanging farm from end to middle.
He giggled thinly, shot a confused look at me.

“Does Manika kiss too?”
Betty raised her head and blew off a strand that stuck to her cheek.

- Kiss, kiss., - smiled playfully, - lucky you, Snack, two such nice girls for one of your rods.

I had to get on my knees next to my girlfriend, imagining how, like, I don’t kiss Zack shamefully, but a hero of the beautiful.
Oud immediately became prettier. It was two-thirds long, smooth and reddened by the strain. All clean, licked diligent Betty.

“Make a tongue with a spatula and lick it on the hat,” the girlfriend took me to teach.
Zack groaned loudly. I licked, and he spread his knees wide, grabbed them with wide for the teenager with his palms, and begged.
- More, Manika, more.

Betty raised an eyebrow.
- Ek his first disassembled. Now gently clasp the tip of your lips and suck like juice from the brain bone.

I still have to try to stretch the inside of the bone, and I sucked in with force.
Zack screamed, but I stopped my attempt to pull away, clutching my hair.

- Nnnee, - breathed out the lad.
“Oh, man, there is a man,” approved Betty, squirmingly agitated, “she knows her sweetness. Right now, I'll show you how.

She uncoupled Zack's fingers, pushed me away, and, putting his hands on her head, busily pulled the whole ud in her mouth.
The boy then eagerly watched how his whole stick stuck in the mouth of the first beauty, then he glanced at me.

He no longer moaned loudly, rather rather groaning.
Betty moved her mouth up and down, leaving behind her a wet, shiny mark like a snail.
Her blond head looked amazingly beautiful between Zack's legs. I remembered how she moved into the hero's groin, and it became hot to her cheeks.

I will learn to kiss so that the hero wants to take me with him.
Then Zack breathed more often, tried to push the beauty away, she moved away, continuing to move the palm along the trunk. And they began to shoot long, whitish streams on the grass.

“Some people love straight to the tongue,” she said efficiently.
Zack gasped enviously.
Or from pleasure, no longer understand.

I took off my finger with a brilliant ...