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I did not change and remained, as I was at work, in a light beige tight jumper and a long silk skirt.
It was even fun, so when Volodya offered a toast to my last birthday, I climbed onto a stool with a laugh.
Volodya got up and I found myself standing with a filled glass in my hand, on a stool, facing the seated Tamara.

He gently supported me from behind the hips, while I was reading some nursery rhyme.
Suddenly, I felt Volodin’s fingers sliding under my skirt over my legs.
I stood like a fool, afraid to look down on Tamara.
With a glass in my hand, I froze, listening to the movement of his fingers.
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