Part One. A sixteenth birthday, my birthday! And no longer wanted to live! Rather did not want to live is still, like, as lizards vynyrnut from the old skin and leave it in the unknown, which beckons and calls. All this was the fault zauchka, botanist for which I have just one of hundreds. Once he became the first September in our class, and I died instantly as the explosion of grenades. Whereas for the first time I did not understand himself, his feelings and emotions. He flew as belokury angel in full view of everyone, smile not converge with his divinely beautiful person, it was smooth, obvolakivayuschey and appease.

With one minute of a god to me got its physical manifestations. And I began to worship him secretly and directly. Secret side of this obozhaniya remain a mystery for all. Explicit manifested in sudden passion for all biology. I answered brilliantly in the classroom, doing communications, wrote some essays. In general, the password nonsense! And he only occasionally odobryayusche smiled. So went two quarters of the school year.

My twelve turned thirteen, started confusion with the body. That brutalise dizziness, it suddenly became the chest like a neighbour in our Tanki. But once everything is finished and then started something quite different. Once standing behind botany, I inadvertently touched his elbow shirinkoy. That was the opening! Something appeared in shtanishkah, ripe and bursting. No explanation, I rvanul of the Cabinet, to run the corridor and took refuge in a toilet began to explore the implications of that something.

Realizing, finally, that I became an adult, withdrew panties and hidden in their jacket pocket, zastegnuv pocket at the lightning. Opal exchange something natyanul jeans at the naked body and are already going in the corridor, suddenly came vzdrognul of thought. Chudno The idea was simple but kills napoval. I realized that poplyl away from this angelochka with teaching credentials. At this point to me as if brought all at once: hot and cold water, boiling pitch,and several buckets pomoev, giving all this stone stove, put a bouquet redolent of roses on top.

Just coming in itself, strangely enough, I hurried to his charming bozhku. Type I poverg it seems, finally, in shock and for the first time he spoke with me in a civilian version. He asked something about the feeling, gently poglazhival me on the shoulder and, finally, firmly vstryahnuv me, asked: Who are you offended? And I, to roll out their eyes, to inject drugs directly to him in person: You s-s! I lost consciousness and nearly died:.

Part Two. I was ill. Temperatures month to keep above the red mark. For the first time the disease was not accompanied by physical pain. Just nothing like neither walk nor read nor sit nor lie. At night snilis dreams, which by their coloration could compete with the rainbow. In all dreams attended Eugene N., Eugene, my Zhenka! In a dream all the time we were together, laughing, kidding and:. loved each other. Love is not to take any physical form, as she was beautiful flightwing to wing as a pleasant light breeze, which embraces us and unites our feelings.

Terrible was wake up and feel my body obmyakshee and Yanukovych, was crappy feeling pain and not find a seat on the body responsible for it. Facilitating brought furious and izmatyvayuschy onanizm, but very little. Medicines prescribed aunts and uncles with intelligent and kind person and in constant white robe, not yielded any results either, and my mom decided to bring me to babki-sorcerer, to wonder what it znaharke. And that somehow led me in the bath and, regardless of my embarrassment, bare long password as brooms from aromatic herbs, something murmured themselves under the nose, which brought me to gomericheskogo hohota passed in a persistent state of isterichnoe.

I honestly tried to pretend that recovered, but can get very bad, and it plunged into terrible gloom my matushku.Odnazhdy I suddenly awakened from his voice. At first they thought that an extension of sleep, but navazhdenie not met, he actually talked to his mother in the kitchen.

When he came to me, I did not find anything better translate as sleeping. He held his palm on my hair and suddenly stroked part of the breast, not the cover of a blanket. I smiled as if in a dream, and he smiled aloud. I opened a one eye and barely constraining themselves from sudden movements, smiled, and at the same moment his obzheg kiss my cheek. I do not know how, but after a moment his head resting on my chest caught in my castle rukamiChast third. As Carlson would say: a miracle happened! A friend rescued from the death of a friend! Drawing attention to me, Eugene rescued me from premature death.

He forgave me all my clumsy signs attention rendered to him. Gay local chat line under the sight photographer. And here we sit after school at a local park on a bench and nice treplemsya everything. He potyagivaet beer, I chups disease. Idyll, and more! Beer allows him to be spontaneous and risible. He discusses with a smile my attachment to it, and how it disciplined soldier constantly repeats the word friendship. I am happy I a m looking for an excuse for rapprochement, as I am a gentle kitten, I work on it and almost murlykayu, it seems to me that I need him! He leniently treplet me on the hair and troubled by his tenderness. And my only something continues to disturb me:. To be continued.

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