-- That gloomy such, Teofilo? All bunch!
-- Where now? -- буркнул Fil. -- To Anyute?
-- No, let's home!
Beside Belova were a deep reasons to hurry home. That библиотека
he has did today, could bring about the most unpredictable consequence. Moreover not only for it (hereto he got ready), but also for his(its) families. Olyu with Vaney to was necessary hide -- as possible quick and as possible further. All were prepared beforehand, and his(its) visit agency last chord became on trade premises. On essences, he hurried home to be forgiven with wife and son.
Oliga, however, about plan of the husband nothing do not know and met him(it) enough chilly. Sasha could not notice this not, but has considered for the best not to tease the geese earlier time and went to baby. He has conducted with son good two hours -- played in type-writers, built the lock from cube, read the fairy tales... Time has пролетело invisibly, and when Olya came to put Vanyu to sleep, Sasha has abandoned baby not without regret.
The Talk with wife was ahead of, and Linen little felt nervous. To be distracted, he has included the computer and has started the new play-стрелялку. The labyrinths of the gloomy lock appeared On screen of the monitor, full repugnant crock.
He is a so увлекся by shooting on monster that not has immediately noticed, as in room has mended the wife.
Oliga ed beside high agency and, turned to him back, something wrote. Sasha has pressed on pause, подошел to wife behind and has embraced her(it).
The Linen was going to whole only подластиться to Ole, задобрить her(it) that she, god forbid, does not заупрямилась, when he will offer her to leave. But cost him потеснее to snuggle to wife, feel her(its) familiar, native body, as he has felt the desire. To he was mixed fleeting remorse in their own treason, and that's why desire became else острее.
-- You that this, at all with marital debt? -- with vitrolic amazing has asked Oliga.
-- Well type yes. But you against? -- промурлыкал to her on ear Linen.
He has peeked her through shoulder. Olya instant has closed the writtenned palm.
-- Know that there? -- with smile has asked ona. -- present.
-- That-а-ак... -- with merry perplexity has stretched Sasha.
Zasmeyavshisi, he шагнул back and, having spread hands, was toppled on broad sofa.
-- Well let's, present. I listen.
Olya has raised the slip to eye.
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