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He was blushing and sweating, offered to help me in exchange for sex.
As I did not beg him, offered money, he stood his ground.
No one else could help me, and I agreed.

It was the easiest thing – to agree and pass the test.
We drove to his home, to a terrible apartment in the Teply camp area.
He immediately timidly, but strictly demanded sex.
I unzipped my pants and pulled them down with their underpants.
I couldn’t allow this freak to undress me.
With a log I flopped on his narrow, disgustingly soft bed and stared at the ceiling, wishing that everything would end soon: He leaned on me with all his weight and began to kiss.
I lay beneath him, dying with shame and self-pity, shuddering at his kisses.
He crushed my chest, as if he wanted to tear off, often changed poses, poked with a member, often missing and getting into the ass, and then suddenly began to breathe, and I felt his condom in me filled with warm rubbish: He took out a quickly limp cock, and gandon louder on the floor.
I left him very hastily, holding back the gagging urge and sobs.
That day my second rape took place, and voluntary.
But I stayed at the institute.
He did all my debts overnight, honestly fulfilling the conditions of this terrible deal.
After that, he approached me several times until I covered him with all the three-story mats:

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It was a summer morning.
Kondraty Kulagin, the driver of the carpool of the Siberian town of Medinsk, was going to work.
Finding no partmonay in his apartment with documents for the KAMAZ car and a driver’s license, he rushed to search the pockets of working clothes.
There were no documents.
A strange shiver ran down his legs.
– Where did they go ,.
your mother – Kondraty cursed, glancing at his watch and, realizing that he was already late.
– And maybe a wife, Lenka, tidied up? Always, she climbs with a “check”! He remembered how yesterday, after the flight, he and the other drivers of the carpool were invited to the garage to “mark” the name of Misha Burtsev, the manager of the garage, who was “knocked out” for exactly 50 years.
Kondraty, at first, refused to go to this “event”, because he knew that “drunken parties” at work always ended in a fistfight, but, fearing to offend the hero of the day, a cunning and vindictive man, he slowly walked on “booze.”
Returning from work, home, on foot, in the dark, late at night, Kondraty walked his usual way – past the city park.
There were lights in the park, music sounded and young people were having fun.
There were benches under the green oaks and birches, where, usually, securing themselves, the lovers “cooed”.
Passing by one of them, Kondraty noticed a dim light of a cigarette.
Sat girl.
The light of the lantern, shining nearby, poorly illuminated its contours.
“You will not tell time,” the girl asked in a loud voice, forcing Kondraty to stop

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Kondraty, mechanically, reached into his jacket pocket for his vintage pocket watch, which, many years ago, he had received from his late grandfather.
– Wait, now I will find my silver ones, now I will say.
, – he was drunk.
“Okay, don’t look, anyway, I’m not in a hurry,” the girl said frankly.
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