the companion spread her legs and buried his face between them. Language, he tried to excite a woman, but it was bad he could. Then with the fingers of one hand he pushed the lips of the genital lips apart, and with the finger of the other hand he began to drive along the clitoris. Tamara twitched in pain. The finger was rough and gave more trouble than pleasure. Now he has penetrated the vagina and began to rotate.

- No no! Do not! - Tamara asked with her tongue.

- Well, you're a girl. Now you will be fine. It is only necessary to suffer a little. Let me enjoy your body and everything will be fine. No one will know about it. And we will remain friends, - squealed like a familiar voice.

Tamara tried to squeeze her legs, but was too weak. And that damn voice would not let her rest. At some point, she realized that even a little bit, and she would be overthrown. It gave strength, and she screamed. Somewhere the gate creaked and steps sounded.

“Who is here,” came a terrible voice.

The guide covered his mouth with the woman and hissed in the very ear:

- Shut up, just shut up! If you say the word, I'll cut it.

Fear, oddly enough, gave additional strength to Tamara. She tried to bite a man by the hand, and when he loosened her grip, she screamed again. Frightened, the rapist jumped up and ran. Her savior in the face of Sergey stopped near Toma. He carefully raised the woman and carried her into the house. Then came back for things. In front of the house, he pulled out a mobile phone and called Nikolai Petrovich:

- Come over. There was an attempted rape. Hope that is just an attempt.

4.

Two men sat in the kitchen and talked about what had happened. Tamara, wrapped in a blanket, slept under the supervision of Irina.

- What do you think, Nikolai Petrovich, who can it be? Own or from among the rest, - Sergey asked.

- Its unlikely. I know everyone like the back of my hand. Steal can, and rape is unlikely to go. Yes, and morality in our village will not allow them to do it. Rather, someone from the visitors.

- A stupid assumption, but still - could it be Eugene, Tamara's husband?

“And why should he rape his wife?” Or do I not know something?

“You don't know everything, Petrovich.” He was offended very much by me. For what, do not ask, I will not tell yet. Here as a revenge and showed his aggression.

- Well, we can assume that he raped Irina in retaliation, but his own wife! Something you do not finish, dear. Either say all or say nothing, and then you just knock me out of my thoughts. I also thought of my own wife - in retaliation.

“You see, Petrovich, she changed him with me,” Sergei surrendered, “and this is his revenge for both of us.” Her - for her treason, me - through Irina, that encroached on his wife.

- Well, as an option, you can take. But they also told me in a cafe that a peasant from a camper was spinning near Tamara. He also went to see her off.

- And how to tie him to Irina? He did not go to her.

- If he is a maniac, he could see Irina naked on the beach. The nakedness and the seeming availability of a woman could provoke him to rape. I’ll start with these characters.

After shaking his hand in farewell to Sergei, Travkin left the house.

The next morning, Tamara felt better. About what happened the day before, it seemed to her a terrible dream. Irina, like no one else, understood her condition and tried to distract her friend from the surging thoughts. Having filled her with hot tea and sandwiches, she again put the woman in bed. Sergey came. He was interested in the state of Tamara and Irina.

- How are you dear? He asked his sister.

- Fine.

- And Tamara?

- Already better.

- I am amazed. You hold on like nothing happened to you.

- I am not as impressionable as Tom - this is, firstly, and secondly, I don’t want to look humiliated and insulted in the eyes of my fellow villagers.What they do not know about anything - I only benefit.

- Now it is clear. You are well done, I love you, ”Sergei hugged Irina and kissed her head,“ I would like to take a look at Tamara with one eye. You dont mind?

- She is sleeping. Maybe you shouldn't bother her?

“I am fast,” said the brother, feeling that Irina would not strongly insist.

Tamara lay blanket covered to the waist. A large nipple, framed in a regular, round shape with a halo, was peeking out of the knitted nightie. The woman was immersed in a deep sleep. Occasionally, breathing was lost due to some unpleasant visions. Sergey sat on the edge of the bed and stared at the exposed chest, fascinated. Unable to restrain himself, he pressed his lips to her. His touch woke her up, but she further decided to pretend to be asleep. He drove his tongue around his nipple, sucked that pea into himself, slightly biting his teeth, and watched closely how the nipple hardened from his caresses. Pretending no longer made sense. Tamara opened her eyes and saw her savior. I wanted to lie so and enjoy his touch. But, having overpowered herself, she said:

- Do not, Seryozha. We have already done a lot of nonsense. What is my husband? Is he aware of what happened?

- Not. I decided not to tell anyone. The divisional undertook this business. Yes, and you do not need such fame. Okay, I'll go, and you rest, gain strength.

The door closed behind Sergei, and Tamara felt a cold emptiness inside her. If Eugene does not forgive her for treason, then how should she proceed. Without a husband and son, she could not imagine life. But Sergey, the tempting serpent, did not let her go to the end. It turned out as in the love female novel. She even couldn’t imagine about this, especially in her life.

Travkin, like an old scout guerrilla, sat in ambush on the lake and watched a man and two young girls who, being naked, fooling around in the shallows. It was Eugene with Oksana and Tatiana. The man, though he laughed, but the view was not one of the happy ones. It is evident that he supported the conversation with all his might.

- Zhenya, why are you in swimming trunks? Are you afraid of scaring us?

- Perhaps you will scare. You are not even afraid of Lev Solomonovich.

- Yes, this starper was attached so that the force fled from him. Insensibly, everyone tried to stroke us - on the pope, then on the chest.

- And what did you want. He is a man of the age, and you want a sweet one. Everyone refuses, so he without asking and climbs in the hope that you will not notice.

“Now, if someone younger stroked us,” said Oksana, rolling her eyes, clearly hinting at Eugene, “we would not say that.”

- You can not make an exception for such an interesting pensioner? Well, I would stroke you, take your soul and everything! Live quietly on.

Nikolai Petrovich decided that he should continue and listen to empty chatter - only time to lose. Trying not to find himself, he carefully climbed out of his hiding place and quickly retreated.

Eugene, warmly saying goodbye to the girls, decided to go home. Along the way, having bought fruit for children, he tried not to be caught by his acquaintances and a short path quickly approached his place of residence. Andrei and Yulia sat in the shade of an arbor and played cards.

- Why are you so boring? - asked Andrei.

“I want to go home,” the girl replied, “I must see my aunt Irina and decide what to do next.” We cannot sit here all our life and hope for the unknown. We must somehow solve the problem.

- Do you have an offer?

- If I was not sitting here. Don't you have any thoughts? What do you think about this?

- To be honest, I miss my mom. But I can’t let my father down either. Straight dead end!

- Son, you can safely meet with mom. For her, you are the same son as for me. Our relationship should not concern you. I will not hold you and I will accept any decision of yours, ”said Yevgeny, coming out from around the corner of the house and, no doubt, having heard the conversation of the guys,“ and this is for you to reinforce, he added, setting the fruit on the table.

“But really, why don't you visit your mom?” - Julia caught fire, - maybe I'll think of something then.

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