Why not? All men are like that. You try the best. For him, you try. And he? The bastard is ungrateful. And this chicken. She took advantage of my employment, and bared her charms in front of him. Entangled him. But what? Mouse, she and Africa mouse. Now I realized that in addition to external beauty there is something else. What is beyond my control. What I do not know, and I can never do. Try to find a partner from your own environment? They pay attention to me and see off after a long look. Little is left of that time when I will attract their eyes. But still. Thanks to her.

Having settled down comfortably and putting my hands on the steering wheel, I had been staring at the door of the main entrance for an hour, afraid not to miss this girl. In the rearview mirrors, I saw scurrying schoolchildren and mothers meeting them. Finally, she appeared. Going down the stairs carefully, she held a stack of notebooks, which seemed to carry an unbearable burden in her hands. Skinny, with a mouse tail of licked hair, a glassy little quunk, nevertheless strutting out with dignity, although she was wearing high heels. He was not around. Coming out of the car, I blocked her way.

- You know me, I guess. My husband told you about me.

She stopped dead and silently stared at me. A fair pile of notebooks spilled from a thin little hands, clearly sharpened by something else. She, looking down, stood still, and was silent.

- Tell me, what are you, men are few? Married need?

- You will not understand so immediately. “It’s hard,” she said. “I want to explain, talk.

She bent down and began to collect notebooks, fussing around my feet.

- Of course you will explain. Ask for forgiveness and return what you stole. I mean my husband.

- I have long wanted to talk to you, but somehow I did not dare. It was necessary to prepare. In my understanding, you are an absolutely iron business lady, and I didn’t know how to approach.

“Please,” I pointed to her in the direction of my Porsh, “there is no truth in my legs.”

She trailed behind her and settled down next to her, setting her stupid notebooks on a portriep. Now she looked at me with a completely open look.

“It’s psychologically difficult to understand,” she said, “but I will try.” Now I definitely will.

- Try it. Make it so that everything becomes clear to me.

- I told you that this is difficult in words, impossible. Let me ask you, what do you like to wear the most? Short skirts, or pants?

- What? What are you talking about?

- So, all the same pants. And heels you do not like. I have always envied looks like you. Your body must be perfect, - she suddenly touched the tip of her finger and slowly held them along my thigh.

The girl was about shoes and skirts right. But today I was just in a short skirt.

- What? - only I managed to ask.

“You will understand, now you will understand everything,” she continued to look into my eyes, and her gaze fascinated, “I have been training for many years. I was taught. Relax, I will explain. Look here.

She removed a sheet of paper from a notebook.

- Look, there seems to be a circle. Complicated pattern, right? But if you look closely, you can see and square, and a triangle. The thing is how to look carefully.

I looked, and really saw the intertwining of complex patterns. Square. A circle. Triangle. I looked, and could not move.

- Have you ever heard of the white brotherhood? - she continued, - it was a sect whose adherents became voluntarily, and voluntarily gave everything to the brotherhood. Why did people pass by about their business, and within five minutes they entered the sect, casting only a glimpse of the teacher? And then they did absolutely everything in the name of the sect, forgetting about their affairs. Now listen. Now you are in my power, and you want it. Look at the drawing. Now here is a square. What do you see?

“A square,” I answered obediently, not in my own voice, my hands weakly giving up.

- And now you see a triangle. It is so?

- Triangle.

- And now the circle. Look carefully.

- A circle.

- That's it. Look so that it stays around. Without blinking. Concentrate.

I peered at the devilry she showed me, and did everything the way she said. Everything worldly left my head, and nothing existed except her voice.

“This is contemplation,” she said further, “now sensations. You do not even know their depth.

Her hand moved smoothly along my thigh, and slowly approached the crotch. I did not think to move. If she does this, then it is necessary.

- You feel good. And when I touch you, you get excited, desire arises in you. Desire for me.

I was silent. She was right. The pulsating wave stirred in the lower abdomen from the gentle touch of the teacher, and her eyes radiated, it seemed, a fire. Probably all once peered into the fire. In the tongues of his flame. And they could not look away. Unable to move, I silently waited for the continuation.

“And now I’ll awaken the passion in you, and you will love me,” my fingers easily pierced the durable fabric of expensive pantyhose.

For some reason I was not surprised. This is as generally possible. But my clit was being touched by tender touches, and a sweet fire inflamed between my legs. I was breathing heavily and, in spite of my will, moved towards her to make her more comfortable. Her lips were coming closer. Rather. Feel their touch.

“You're in a hurry,” she whispered, “but so be it.”

We merged in a passionate kiss, and the world disappeared. Right in the car, we caressed each other and she fell between my legs, trying not to miss a single centimeter of my hot body, and when the persistent tongue touched my clit, I groaned and finished.

The fog in my head gradually dissipated. The girl put herself in order. I felt ashamed and uncomfortable. Never in my life has a woman caressed me, and I have not received such pleasure. Something about it was wrong.

- Do not be ashamed. All is well. I have been watching you for a long time. I always liked people like you. For some time I have fallen in love with you. But your iron will, your stubborn nature would not allow you to pick up the key to you. It took a tool. Your husband. You saw our intercourse. And opened herself. In fact, every person is a book that he did not try to read. For me, many of your pages remained a mystery until I used your husband. Tell me, do you like me?

And unexpectedly for myself, I answered:

- Yes.

- Perhaps, we will go to you?

- Go.

The girl leaned over and picked up a scrap of paper from the floor, on which there were no patterns. Absolutely nothing. No circles, no squares. Where it all went.

“Never mind,” she smiled, “now it doesn't matter.”

She was in no hurry to unbend, and her lips again strove for me between my legs.

... An insistent bell rang at the door. I stood up and opened. On the threshold stood the pious.

“I know what, she's with you,” he said, “you live with her.” This nasty lesbian has taken possession of you. She uses you.

- Now, even so? So what? I like it and I am happy.

“Well, where are you,” came the impatient voice of the teacher from the room, “what, said?

- Imagine, said.

- Well, chase him away.

- You seem to want to file for divorce? Go, serve ...

ARHIMED