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A glossy bright orange strip of bikini slid into the crotch, tangled in the labia, highlighting the rounded lobules of the vagina. Andrew, out of the corner of his eye, followed the movement of the priests, opening like a coffee table, firm and smooth in the lower back, like a croup of a horse. The cat-girl, big, rich in her thighs and shoulders, arched, straining the disproportionately narrow waist, drawing in a gentle, quivering tummy. Holding large breasts in her bra, she straightened the veil under herself so that in a second she could once again flatten herself on her stomach, stretch her toes, pointing her arms at the seams.

Chocolate heels twitched rhythmically, a big turtle buried in the sand. On the girl's face there was a pacified expression, a beautiful woman with a rich pretzel of brown hair at the back of her head, with a charming mole on the right shoulder blade, fell asleep, playing with her big sensual lips. Black eyebrows over two drops of sunglasses for a second soared in anticipation of a miracle, but, not finding any cause for concern, slowly sank.

Andrew would like a lion cub to ride with a breeze, a rhino-horn to plow rich arable land, but is there really enough sun for everyone? While the big turtle is resting, burrowing in the sand, he is forced to languish in the shadow of his own complexes.

“She’s too beautiful for me!” He bites his lips hopelessly.

On a weekday on a city beach, in addition to two representatives of the youth - him and this beautiful turtle - were forgotten in the heat of the heat with a dozen seals, two or three wild walrus. A skinny grandfather-stork paces along the shore, a daddy's mummy fiddles in the sand with a one-year-old bun in pampers and panama.

A complete set of inconsistencies of the usual sexual instinct to unusual conditions of reproduction leads Andrew to despair. He jumps, stung, as if stung to the water. The sand flies from under the heels, in the head of the shurum-burum, hot tin in swimming trunks.

Quickly works with his hands, his head is hidden in the water, his eyes squeezed. It does not swim against the current, but stands still: two minutes, three, five. She is completely exhausted, crawls out of the water, falls down, suffocating on a towel, exhausted. Thoughts about a gorgeous turtle, her ass, lobes of the vagina are finally dissolved in physical pain. The body was filled with lead, breathing slowly freezes to a slight trembling of the heart in the chest. He lies on his back, not noticing the reality. It seems, there is no it and there is no peace around, filled with the sun, gentle breeze. And the rumble of engines across the river is not heard, the child does not cry at the water.

Although this squeak is excited, whether childish, or female, is similar to reality. Too much fear in him, calling for help. Andrei tears the back of his head, opens his eyelids.

The chocolate pretzel quickly blows to the middle of the river, a large turtle slaps his hands on the water, freezes, trying to find the sand with his feet.

“Help,” she calls in an uncertain quiet voice.

Nobody even leads by ear. The shore became extinct: the grandfather went to the bridge, the walruses agreed to jam the vodka in the bushes, playing cards. They also do not hear the turtle because it is ashamed to call for help loudly, hopes to the end that everything will be okay, now it will find sand and calmly come ashore. After all, she swims well, does not sink, it just blows over. She'll come up somewhere. Apparently.

All this is instantly carried through in Andrew’s half-awake consciousness. As a person who has long been familiar with the quirks of the local river, he makes the only correct decision in this situation: he rushes along the coast to where the girl can still be caught. On the way he snatches a long rod, left here in the reeds by a fisherman, who is now thumping in the bushes with walruses. A fishing line with a float and a hook gets tangled around a telescopic fishing rod, which Andrei stretches to the middle of the river. He himself jumped into the water down the neck, holding a five-meter rod on an outstretched hand. This should be just enough for the girl to grasp the thin tip of her hand.She is in despair, already exhausted, on the face of horror, bordering on detachment. Almost gave up. Andrei holds her tightly, she herself clings to the bait with all her might, as a drowning man clings to a straw. He backs out of the water, pulling the bug to the shore. She moves downstream and finally her feet grope the sand. The girl crawls out of the water, falls to his knees. Hides his face in the palms. Only now the wave of emotions completely covers her.

Andrei hesitates over a sobbing turtle in indecision. He wants to come closer, but he is afraid. She may misinterpret his actions. He himself may misunderstand himself. Too confused thoughts in my head. And yet pity for the girl overpowers the complexes. He squats down next to her, puts his hand on the girl's shoulder:

“Do not cry, now everything is fine,” his strange hoarse voice, of which he was always shy and frightened, is filled with compassion. As it should be. - Come on, I'll take you.

She nods, smearing tears on her cheeks. They poured on the chin and hands. Everything is in wet divorce, the bags under the eyes are swollen, bright brown eyes glisten with animal fear.

She rises, walks, trembling in her knees. They wander along the coast back to things, and the girl slowly wakes up, brings thoughts in order. Andrew returns the bait to the reeds, no one cares about the salvation of drowning people. Drunken shouts are heard from the bushes.

Andrew follows the girl on his heels, forgetting about personal belongings. She collects the bag, as if in a trance of oblivion: mechanical movements shove the coverlet into the bag.

- to hold you? - Andrei asks doubtfully.

“If it's not difficult for you,” for the first time she gives him a clear look, filled with something like gratitude, only more. This is love, but not girls for a guy, but a timid child for a guardian angel.

He is confused, smiling with a smile as clear as her eyes:

- Not difficult.

Silently wander to the stairs by the bridge. The path winds through the sand among low thorny shrubs.

Andrew is silent, not knowing what to say in this case. And the case has finally gone beyond the conventions, now acquaintance for the sake of great love seems blasphemous. After all, the girl trusts him because he saved her, and not because she considers him the right guy for the role of a lover. Everything is very difficult, as the status is in contact, and again in the head of Andrei there is a non-verbal lump of contradictions. He is silent, at least at the beginning, and he is trying to unravel the intricacies, to find a thread in order to lift the restrictions for dating.

“Thank you,” the girl suddenly says in such a soulful voice that Andrei’s legs give way and the head goes around.

“You wouldn't drown,” he mumbles. - There is a shallow farther.

She grins, throws him a tender look, from which on a hot day he pierces the chills.

“Then why did you save me?” - in her voice mischief is interfered with flirting coquette, which she is one hundred percent.

“To meet you!” - this simple stupid thought paralyzes all of Andrei’s thought processes. He frowns and frowns, struggling with himself.

Not true! He would have saved any man, even the most hated.

- And what, it was not necessary to save you? - he says with annoyance.

- Do not be offended at me! - the girl looks at him in surprise. Brovki fly arcs. - I am very grateful to you.

“Not at all,” he replies, absently again.

She studies his face with a close, surprised look:

- Are you angry with me?

- No, for what? - he discards thoughtfulness, includes a meaningless little smile.

- I do not know, maybe because I had to save.

He snorts, nodding thoughtfully.

- No, you're wrong. Rather, they are right, but not quite. I am angry at myself, not at you.

- For what? - the turtle again in awe throws up a curb.

“For not immediately starting to save you.”

- But you did not know that I will begin to sink!

“But I could have foreseen it.”

- How?

- Keep an eye on you.

- Look after me ?! - the big turtle laughs very nicely. It seems there is no happier child under the sun ....