In the morning, Deniska woke up feeling gentle hands stroking his pearls. Immediately, a second hand grasped his soldier. The touch of those gentle hands intensified his morning erection. He opened his eyes and saw his smiling mother and Ira sitting next to his bed. They were already dressed in sportswear.
-Good morning, son. It's already eight o'clock. We invite you to go for a run. Are you with us?
-Good morning, honey.
He immediately remembered the night, their practices, and how they lay together like fish. His chest felt very warm. He wanted to lean against them and hug them. At the same time, he wanted to be calm and cool-headed. Looking for a way out of his conflicting emotions, he replied.
-Of course, I'll come with you. I'll be right there. I need to go outside.
-Here, everything is clean.
Vera pointed to the panties and T-shirt lying nearby. Deniska sat down on the bed and put on the T-shirt first. Then he pulled on his underwear and stood up. The T-shirt did not hide his manhood, and he tucked it into his high-waisted underwear. Ira smiled.
-Don't rush, honey. We're waiting for you.
Ten minutes later, they were running together to the bank of the stream. It was a beautiful summer morning, enveloped in an atmosphere of calm and mystery. The rising sun gently colored the sky with delicate shades of pink and orange. At that moment, nature was awakening from its nighttime slumber.
The water of the stream flowed slowly and lazily along its course, creating a soft murmur that filled the air with melody. The forest standing nearby was silent, but its living energy could be felt in every blade of grass, leaf, and twig. The first rays of the sun penetrated through the branches and created a play of light and shadow on the ground. Fresh air filled their lungs, bringing with it the scent of pine needles, resin, and damp earth. A mist floated above the stream, barely touching its surface, creating a mysterious spectacle. Deniska enjoyed the scent of the forest, which seemed to invite them to plunge into its depths of trees. Everything around them seemed timeless, as if nature was awakening in its enduring beauty, creating a moment full of peace and inspiration.
After running the longest distance since they started their runs, they stopped. Under Ira's guidance, they stretched their legs. Ira also showed them a breathing circle of two inhalations and exhalations.
-The main thing is that the energy flow remains the same, from the coccyx along the back to the crown of the head and down through the solar plexus to the coccyx.
After practicing, they ran back. At home, Vera and Ira immediately went to the cottage to do their morning asanas, and Deniska joined them after the horizontal bar. After breakfast, Deniska admired the bicycle, then pumped up the tires. "Let's see how they are in the evening." Going into the utility room, he unfolded the bundle again and checked everything. Vera gave him a cloth bag, where he put his tools. "Flashlight. I almost forgot. Good thing I remembered to plug it in yesterday."
-I think we'll go look for the cat today. I'll check with Evdokia Anisimovna to see which old house is best to look in.
-Son, will you be back by five o'clock?
-I think so. Don't go without me.
-Agreed.
-Honey, remember safety first. Turn off the main switch. Only then look at the lamps and fix them.
-Yes, I remember.
Deniska grew up without a father and learned everything he knew from magazines. They all left together. After walking Deniska to the turn onto Dachnaya Street, where Maria's plot was located, they waved goodbye and went to the store. A minute later, Deniska was knocking on the gate of Maria's plot. Maria came out onto the porch. She waved to him.
-Good morning, Denis. You're early. Come in. I'll be right there.
She disappeared back into the house. Denis opened the gate and went inside.
-I'm just finishing up.
Deniska saw that she had turned off the iron. A pile of ironed clothes lay on the sofa. Maria folded a towel in her hands, put it in the pile, and took it to another room.
She was wearing a short-sleeved robe tied at the waist, which emphasized her slim figure. The robe had a semicircular neckline. Underneath, she wore a white T-shirt that came up almost to her neck. Seeing that Deniska was looking at her, she smiled. After talking about the previous evening and hearing that they had arrived safely, she asked about the bicycle.
-I dusted it off yesterday. It's almost new. I pumped up the tires this morning. I'll take care of the wheel as soon as I can.
-Great. Denis, you're in charge, tell me how I can help. Where should I start? I don't know anything about electricity.
Denis laid out his tools on the table. There were two rooms on the first floor of the house, so they started with those. Denis asked to be shown to the meter. The meter was similar to the one they had at home in Yegoryevsk, with two plugs. Denis turned off the main switch and went into the second room, where there was a bed. Maria brought him a chair. Standing on it, he unscrewed the old socket with pliers and screwed in a new bulb.
-Okay, let's check it. Maria, turn on the main switch and come here.
Maria did as she was told and entered the room.
-Turn it on.
The light bulb lit up.
-That's why I couldn't replace them. The old lamp core was still there. Well, what do you say? A woman is a woman.
The story with the old socket repeated itself in all the rooms. On the second floor, he also replaced the switch.
-Oh, Denis, you're so clever. You can do everything. There's also a basement in the house, and two lamps aren't working there. Let's go.
Denis gathered his tools from the table and followed Maria. There was a door in the floor under the stairs to the second floor.
Maria picked it up and hooked it onto the ladder with a hook so that it would stay in place. She also had a flashlight, and she was the first to start climbing down. Deniska followed her. Maria stood at the bottom and waited for him. In the center of the basement was a passageway, and on either side were shelves. On the shelves were jars of preserves and something else. "Probably jam," Deniska thought. Maria showed him two replacement light bulbs. Here a problem arose. There was no stool, and Deniska couldn't reach the light fixture. Maria assessed the situation and suggested,
-Will you sit on my shoulders?
-Sure. Won't it be too heavy for you?
-I can handle it.
Maria sat down with her back to him. Deniska moved closer to her and sat on her shoulders. Maria took off his sneakers and pressed his feet against her with both hands. They formed a semicircle across her chest and came to rest somewhere under her armpits. From this touch, he felt that his fighter was getting cramped and pressing against her clothes.
-I'm getting up. Are you holding on?
-Yes.
Maria stood up to her full height and moved closer to the lamp, which was located to the side and attached to the wall. Deniska moved a few cans aside and placed the tool on the shelf. Choosing a more comfortable spot on his neck and keeping his balance, he involuntarily moved closer to her, and his fighter immediately reacted and pressed against Maria's head. Deniska was embarrassed and immediately wanted to move back, but he lost his balance and only managed to say.
-Marie...
Maria immediately reacted to his movement. One hand supported Denis behind his back, preventing him from falling.
-Denis, hold on. Sit closer to my head.
Denis didn't know what to do. If he sat closer, his fighter would surely bump into Maria. Maria waited, but Denis didn't move. She raised her hand again and wanted to help him.
-Here, closer.
Her hand covered his fighter, and she easily squeezed it through his sweatpants.
-Denis, this happens. Hold on tight. The main thing is that you don't fall.
-Yes, I'm coming. He's on me. I didn't want to.
Deniska adjusted the fighter from above so that it wouldn't press against the fabric of his sweatpants. This didn't help the fighter, and the tension didn't subside. Deniska was forced to press himself against Maria, which made the fighter tense up even more, pressed by Deniska's stomach against Maria's head. Deniska resigned himself to it and began to deal with the lamp. Using the light from his flashlight, he cleaned the socket and screwed in a new bulb.
-That's it. Where's the second one?
-Over there at the end. Hold on tight.
-Just a second.
Deniska gathered his tools into a pile and took them in one hand. With his other hand, he held on to Maria above her head. Maria held him tightly by his legs.
-I'm ready. You can move now.
Maria took a few steps forward, and Deniska saw the lamp socket on the wall. Already under the lamp and reaching for it, he realized that this lamp was located a little higher. "I'll have to lift myself up.
We need to warn Maria." He moved the tool closer to himself. There were many bottles on the shelf, and he had to move them aside. The fighter seemed to enjoy pressing against Maria, and Deniska thought again about how he could raise himself higher, because then his fighter would press against Maria even harder.
-Marie...
Deniska hesitated, not knowing how to continue.
-Deniska, that's the second time you've called me that. If you like, you can call me Mari. I'm older than you, but I don't mind, and you can address me informally.
Deniska did not expect things to turn out this way. Feeling awkward about his body's reactions, which he could not yet fully control, he was embarrassed.
-Yes, okay, Marie. It's really easier for me that way. And when my mom is around, can I also address you informally?
-Yes, you can." But if you come to visit me at work, then it's 'you'. Agreed?
-Yes. Anyway, I wanted to tell you that the lamp is higher here and I'll have to stand up and press myself closer to you. Is that okay?
-Of course it's okay.
She raised her hand again and placed it on his chest. After touching him from all sides, she lowered her hand and grabbed his legs tightly.
-Denis, do whatever you think is necessary. It's difficult for you up there, so don't pay any attention to me and hold on tight to me.
Deniska stood up and reached for the cartridge. Of course, he pressed himself tightly against Marie. She turned her head to the right so that her ear could feel the warmth of his fighter. Deniska took the flashlight in his mouth and shone it, otherwise it was impossible to see anything. Surprisingly, he managed quickly.
-I'm done. I'm gathering my tools.
Then something unexpected happened. Since he was holding the flashlight in one hand and gathering his tools in the other, he didn't notice that he had knocked over a bottle. Just as he was taking his hands off the tool shelf, he reached out and knocked the bottle over. He realized what had happened when a cool, fragrant stream poured out of it. First, he felt the cold liquid on his stomach, then smelled the fermented drink. He couldn't do anything because he was holding the tools and the flashlight. The entire bottle spilled out. Marie froze. She realized what had happened, but didn't move and held Deniska tightly.
-Denis, are you okay?
-Yes, but I accidentally knocked over the bottle.
-It's nalivka (homemade alcoholic beverage). It ran down my shoulders to my feet. It's okay, let it be for good luck.
She squatted down. Denis climbed down from her neck and stood up. She helped him put on his sneakers.
They looked themselves over. From the bottom of his T-shirt to the bottom of his thighs, Deniska was soaked in nalivka. His wet clothes clung to his body and made him cold. The nalivka left marks on Mari's white T-shirt, and a dark trail ran down her robe to the bottom.
-I'll turn on the main light, and you check it.
-Yes. I'm ready.
Deniska waited for her to call out to him.
-It's on!
Deniska turned on the light. The bulbs lit up.
-Everything works! I'm coming out.
He turned off the light and climbed the stairs. Marie was already waiting for him there. Entering the room, Marie turned to Deniska.
-Thank you so much. We have four more bulbs left. We're wet. Shall we do it?
-Of course, we have to do everything. We'll wait. Where are they?
-In the toilet, the shed, and two in the bathhouse.
In the toilet, Deniska stood on a step stool. Marie held all the tools below, and they quickly screwed in a new light bulb. They replaced the bulbs in the shed and the dressing room in the same way. Deniska stood on a bench and, removing the old socket, screwed in the bulb. In the bathhouse, the bulb socket was located on the side of the wall, and it was impossible to reach it from the bench.
-I can't reach it from the bench.
-Yes, I see. Then sit on me.
-My sweatpants are wet with liqueur in the back.
Marie squatted down and turned Deniska with his back to her. She examined and touched his pants. The wet fabric stuck to his body and smelled of fermented currants.
-Deniska, take them off. I was going to wash all my clothes anyway.
Denis hesitated, but realized that Marie was right.
-Yes, I'll have to take them off.
He took them off and was left in his underwear and T-shirt. A dark stain on his wet underwear started at the elastic band and spread downwards in a wide oval. Only the sides were more or less dry.
Deniska looked at himself, then touched the back of his hand. Everything was wet. He was confused. Sitting on someone in such clothes felt unnatural to him.
-Deniska, I suggest you take them off too. I'll turn away and not look, and you can sit on me.
Marie's delicate manner and soft voice made him feel calm and trusting. He understood that she was right. At the same time, he didn't want anyone to know that he had changed the light bulbs without his underwear on. He didn't want to look ridiculous.
-You won't tell anyone if I take them off?
-No, of course not.
-Okay. You're right, Marie. It's silly to sit down like this, and the light bulb needs to be changed.
Marie turned away, and Deniska pulled down his underwear and put it on the bench. Pulling his T-shirt down and looking at himself, he realized it was useless.
-Wait a second. My T-shirt is wet too.
She pulled down the top of her robe and took off her T-shirt. She threw a towel over her shoulders. Deniska waited for her. Marie came up to him, sat down, and turned her back to him. She had a terry towel over her shoulders. Deniska pressed the instruments to himself with one hand and sat down on her shoulders. Marie immediately wrapped both arms around his legs. Deniska felt his legs spring against Marie's voluptuous breasts again. He was already focused on the lamp cartridge when his soldier began to grow in size again.
He recoiled from Marie's head and his buttocks sank back onto the bed. Feeling him slide away, she immediately held him back with her hand.
-Marie, I'm coming again. Please bear with me.
Marie moved her hand from his back and placed it on his groin. She touched him from all sides. He was more tense than ever. Marie's touch made Deniska even more uncomfortable, as she was touching him with her hands without any fabric between them.
-Hold on tight and don't slide down. I'm afraid you'll fall. Stay close to me. Your soldier doesn't bother me.
Deniska moved closer to her and settled tightly on her neck. He tried not to pay attention to what was happening below and began to unscrew the old base with pliers. The soldier lived his own life and pressed tightly against Marie's head. She turned her head to the side again and pressed her ear against him. Shining a flashlight into the center of the lamp base, he saw that everything inside was rusted. Deniska scratched the inside of the base with a screwdriver, trying to clean off the rust, and screwed in the new light bulb that Marie had handed him.
-I'm done. You can check it. It should work.
Marie immediately sat down and Deniska moved to the bench.
-I have no doubt. Sit here. I'll go to the house. I'll turn on the main light. We need to wash off the liqueur and wash your clothes. They'll dry in the sun in an hour. I'll be quick.
Marie turned away.
-Denisa, take off your T-shirt. I'll wash it. I'll bring boiling water in a kettle, and then we'll boil water here in an electric kettle if we don't have enough. Wait.
-Okay.
Denis gave her his T-shirt and sat down on a bench. He was in a good mood, despite the funny incident with the bottle that spilled on them. He restored the power to the entire area on his own. "It's a small thing, but it's nice. And Marie is so strong. She lifted me up easily. She's so polite to me. It's kind of unusual. Zinaida Semyonovna is also tall. They would definitely be friends. Such tall women are a rarity." He remembered the feeling of Marie's breasts. He really wanted to look at them. Then his fighter reminded him of himself. He looked up and wouldn't calm down. At that moment, Marie knocked.
-Denisa, I'm coming in.
Deniska covered the fighter with his hands.
-Yes.
Marie came in. He immediately noticed that the cut of her chest was visible under the neckline of her robe. "Well, yes, she took off her wet clothes." Deniska noted that their shape was round and they proudly kept their shape. In her hands she held an electric kettle, steam coming out of its spout. In her other hand she held a soap dish. She put everything on the bench and went to the light switch.
She turned it on, and the lamp lit up.
-There, finally. Now I have light everywhere. While I was walking here, I thought, let me pour water on you from above. And you can lather up and wash everything off. It's much more convenient that way. The kettle is boiling. If you dilute it with cold water, you can burn yourself.
Deniska thought about it and agreed. He didn't really want to boil water. And he didn't really know where to find cold water. Sunbathing and swimming naked in the lake in front of Ira and his mother had loosened him up, and seeing no danger in Marie, he didn't object.
-Okay.
-Good boy. That makes me feel better. You have to be extremely careful with boiling water.
Marie moved the bucket to the wall and stopped it in front of the tap, then turned on the tap. Then she poured water from the kettle into it. Having prepared everything, she sat down on the bench.
-Denis, don't be shy with me. I'm a doctor.
-Okay, I won't be.
After touching the water in the bucket, she turned off the tap. Filling a saucepan with water, she brought it to Denis.
Try it. Not too hot?
-It's fine.
-Stand up. Take the soap and lather up.
Denis stood up but turned his back to her. Marie sat down on the bench and began to pour water on his shoulders. She noticed that there was no tan line and that Denis was equally tanned on his back and below the waist.
-We won't wash your head, otherwise we'll use up too much water and the kettle won't be enough.
He quickly lathered himself up.
-Will you let me? I'll lather up your shoulders for you.
-Yes, you can.
Marie rubbed the soap on his shoulders and back with her free hand. Deniska enjoyed the feel of her soft hand. Gradually, Marie began to rub the soap all over his back.
-Okay, hang in there, I'll rub you all over. We have to wash off the liqueur, otherwise the smell of the fermented drink will be noticeable.
She placed one hand on his back and the other on his chest, and began to move them up and down with her palms parallel. Deniska still had his back turned to her. Her hands first reached his waist and began to rub even lower. Seeing that Deniska did not object, she placed one palm on his buttocks and the other on his lower abdomen and began to make circular movements. Involuntarily, she moved from his abdomen to his lower body.
-Turn toward me, I'll examine you like a doctor.
Deniska turned toward her. Marie examined his soldier, turning him in different directions. She bared the upper flesh and carefully lathered the head. Then she moved on to his pearls. After massaging them, she reached the point of his buttocks and stroked everywhere with her fingers.
-Everything is fine. You are a completely healthy young man.
She bent down and rubbed his legs all the way down to his feet.
-That's it. Let's rinse off.
She slowly poured water on his shoulders, and Deniska turned around in a circle, rinsing off the soap with both hands. Maria also rubbed his skin with her free hand. She poured water separately on his stomach, freeing his soldier from the soap. Deniska involuntarily compared her hands to those of his mother and Ira. "Her hands are bigger and softer, and they are warmer, sometimes even hot." Maria turned on the cold water tap and placed the kettle under the stream. As soon as the kettle was full, she turned to Deniska.
-Deniska, let's go to the dressing room.
Going out, she put the kettle on the stand and turned it on.
-Here's a towel. Look, this is a tracksuit. It's clean. It belongs to my daughter. Put it on right over your skin.
Deniska took a towel and hung it around his neck. A folded suit lay on the bench. It was yellow. "Yeah, right. A girl's suit. Probably with flowers embroidered on the T-shirt." He unfolded the T-shirt. On it he saw an embroidered duckling with a big red beak. "Even better." There were also two plastic bowls with soaked clothes on the bench. He recognized his sneakers in one of them. Marie immediately started washing. With quick, practiced movements, she washed the clothes in two bowls. After wringing and squeezing them, she brought clean water. With the same quick and deft movements, she rinsed them and took them outside. Going into the dressing room, she saw that Deniska had not changed his clothes. The kettle was already boiling loudly, and soon it whistled and turned off. The click of the kettle switch also had an effect on Deniska. He wanted to see Marie without her clothes on. "She boiled the kettle for herself. She also wants to wash off the traces of vodka and change her clothes. If I leave now, I won't see her breasts, and I really want to."
-I hung up your clothes. Denis, haven't you changed?
-Marie, did I change the light bulbs without my clothes on?
-Yes, you did.
-Did you lather me up and pour water on me?
Marie didn't understand why he was asking. She shook her head.
-Yes, why?
-I want to lather you up and pour water on you too. Then we'll be even.
-Equal? Do you want me to undress?
-To be honest, yes. You have a very beautiful figure.
Marie blushed. It was clear that she enjoyed the compliment. It was true. Deniska really did. He admired her figure, and she often caught him looking at her.
-But what if Verochka finds out? I don't want to hurt her.
Denis held out his hand to her, palm up. Marie looked at him. He nodded his head and waved his hand down, inviting her to place her hand on top of his. She understood him and gave him her hand. He squeezed it.
-We won't tell anyone how we changed the light bulbs. Let it be our secret.
Marie squeezed his hand in response. She hesitated. She made another attempt to refuse.
-Denis, I'm older than you. It's not right.
-Beauty has no age. If I were younger and you washed me, I wouldn't consider it wrong. You helped me. I want to help you.
It seemed that Denis's last arguments had convinced Marie. She helped him, he would help her. No one would find out. Deep down, she felt that she herself wanted to undress in front of him and hear his pleasant words about her beauty once again.
-I agree. You helped me in the forest too. Only...
She paused, searching for the right words.
-Do you promise not to tell anyone?
-I promise. Even if you tell everyone that I changed the light bulbs without my underwear on, I still won't tell anyone."
-I won't tell." I'll be right back.
Marie loosened her ponytail, which was resting on her shoulder. She deftly twisted her hair upward and secured it with a barrette. She picked up the teapot, slung a towel over her shoulder, and opened the door to the bathhouse. Deniska followed her. Pouring the water from the kettle into a bucket, she turned on the tap. With her back to him, she unbuttoned the front of her robe.
-Deniska, please take it and hang it on the hook.
Denis approached her. She slipped her robe off her shoulders and he caught it with his hands from behind. The hooks were to the left of the door. He hung up the robe and turned to Marie. Marie was still standing with her back to him. She leaned forward slightly and stirred the water in the bucket. Denis froze. Before him stood a Greek athlete in all her glory. Marie was a head taller than him, if not more, and for her height, she had a very feminine, well-built figure. He mentally noted that "she has a young and strong body." Her muscles did not bulge anywhere, but their density and strength were visible. He couldn't take his eyes off the part of her body below the waist, where a white tan line was visible, not too high up and starting just above the folds near her waist. He approached her. She scooped up some water with a ladle and handed it to Deniska. She picked up the soap and looked at Deniska.
-Is this what you wanted?
-Yes.
Deniska began to slowly pour water on her shoulders. Marie rubbed the water in while soaping herself. Deniska took the soap from her and began to soap her back.
-Marie, can I rub you the same way you rubbed me?
-Yes, rub me.
He felt relieved, and his stiffness began to disappear. He poured water on her lower back, rubbing it down her buttocks, thighs, and calves with his hands.
He put the saucepan on the bench and began to lather these areas with both hands. His fighter repeatedly signaled him at the 10 o'clock mark, but Deniska was busy and ignored his signals. Not immediately, but each time he penetrated deeper with his fingers between her legs to her mound. It was dry there, so he poured water on her lower back again and, cupping his hand, moved deeper between her legs. He touched her hair and began to rub it with soap. Finally, everything was covered with soap. Since Marie did not turn to him, he wrapped his arms around her stomach and tried to rub it with soap as well. Seeing that he was uncomfortable, Marie turned to face him. It happened quickly, and he instantly saw her breasts and nipples, not yet covered with soap suds. Now he understood why they protruded so much from under her T-shirt. They didn't need a bra and looked almost straight at him. He was particularly struck by the shape of her nipples. He remembered his mother's words that all people are different and only look alike from a distance, but up close they are very different. He compared the nipples of Ira, his mother, and Marie. He made his first tentative conclusions about this aspect. Ira's nipples were like large strawberries, his mother's were like half a tangerine, and Marie's were like half a lemon. Stunned by his conclusions, he didn't notice how he pressed his lips against them. In order to take a nipple, he had to open his mouth wide. Marie shuddered.
-Denis, that's not what we agreed. She bowed her head, touching his crown with her lips, and froze.
Denis didn't hear her words. He sucked her nipple into his mouth, trying to caress it with his tongue. Maria felt his soldier pressing against her upper thighs, almost touching the hair on her mound. She was increasingly overwhelmed by feelings of tenderness toward Denis. The age difference prevented Maria from relaxing, so she remained still and waited for him to pull away from her. Denis finally got the message from his soldier and pressed himself closer to Maria. Because Deniska was shorter, his soldier was in the middle of her mound. He pressed himself against her and accidentally pushed it forward, which gave him a hot wave and a flash of light that blinded him in his closed eyes. Only thanks to the many days of training that preceded today was he able to regain control of himself. He made a coccyx lock, which only marked his energy core from his coccyx to the center of his lower back. He realized that if he relaxed his muscles for a second, something would happen to him, and it would probably be his energy bursting out. "No, that can't be allowed to happen." He remembered what Iry had told him and continued to hold the lock with renewed strength. He pulled away from the nipple, took a deep breath through his nose, and held his breath. "Breathe in, hold, breathe out. That's it, let go."
-Marie, I... I'm not very good at controlling myself yet, and you're so...
Deniska didn't finish his sentence because he moved, and his fighter touched something hot again, and he got a second flash in his eyes. The flash made his legs buckle, and he slid his hands down Marie's soapy body, sliding down to her feet, hugging and holding on to her thighs. His head was buried in her legs just above her knees. The light pulsed. Deniska froze.
Marie sat down, took him by the shoulders, and looked intently into his eyes.
-Deniska, what's wrong? Are you feeling sick?
-No. On the contrary, I feel very good.
Marie picked him up and placed him on the highest shelf. She put her robe, which she had taken off the hanger, under his head. After examining him from head to toe, she made sure that there were no external abnormalities. His soldier was very brave, and Marie suppressed her desire to try him like candy. She took his hand and placed three fingers on his wrist. His pulse was a little fast, but the filling and rhythm were normal. His eyes were still closed. Marie opened his eyelids slightly. Everything was fine. "He's perfectly healthy."
-Are you in pain?
-No.
Deniska couldn't explain his reaction to touching Marie. The brightness of the light in his closed eyes diminished, and he began to dissolve and disappear. "It's a pity that Ira isn't here. She would have told me what was wrong with me." Deniska sat down. Marie squatted down opposite him. Her legs were spread apart, and he saw the color of her pubic hair. It was darker than her blond hair.
-Do you have little experience with women?
-Yes. I'm not quite there yet.
-You're still very young. You'll get there. Well, shall we rinse off and go out?
-Yes, let's go. Marie, can I...?
Denis wanted to say "touch," but thought it was rude and hesitated, searching for the right word. Marie looked at him, trying to understand if he meant what she immediately thought.
-...ask me to help you with your experience?
-Well, of course. Study it if you're interested. Just please don't tell Verochka, I don't want to hurt her.
Marie took the saucepan and began to pour water over herself, washing off the soap. Deniska, having received permission, also imitated helping with both hands. He stroked Marie's chest and buttocks and was extremely pleased.
-I'm all clean now. Do you want to rinse off too? Is there any water left?
-Yes, pour it on me.
Maria poured the remaining water from the bucket into the saucepan and, turning to Deniska, lifted it above him and looked for any remaining soap to pour out the water. She didn't see any obvious soap stains on his body and began to pour water on his shoulders. With her free hand, she ran it down his body. When she reached the soldier, she gently squeezed his palm, which fit easily in her hand.
-All right, you can dry off and get dressed. You go ahead, and I'll clean up here.
Deniska went out into the dressing room and quickly dried himself with a towel. "Well, shall we try it on?" He stretched out his yellow sports pants in front of him.
"Well, yes, the bottom is wide here. Okay." The material of the sneakers was similar to terry cloth and felt pleasant against the body. When Marie came out, he was already fully dressed, and his cheerful duckling on his T-shirt smiled at her.
-Oh, just like my Annushka when she was a child.
She approached him and, without touching him with her wet hands, kissed him on the cheek. She took a towel and began to dry herself. Deniska watched her. He remembered again how his mother and Ira had come out of the shower, and he had watched them. She turned, bent over, reaching for the wet areas. "I definitely like watching them dry themselves. Right now... She bent over... What a beautiful figure she has." Marie put on sweatpants with two white stripes on the side and a short white tank top with open arms and a neckline that emphasized her feminine beauty. He stared, and Marie interrupted his thoughts.
-Come on, Denis, I'll treat you to some tea. We've done a great job. You've helped me out again.
-Let's go. I'm glad I managed it, it wasn't difficult at all, and you help me out too, and share your experience with me.
Marie smiled and sighed.
-I'm so lucky I met you in the forest.
They had already stood up, and Marie hugged him again. Denis leaned against her, and his head ended up right in front of her chest. His nose immediately plunged into the cleavage of her chest. "What a comfortable shirt," Denis managed to think.
He raised his hands and placed them on her chest. Marie froze, and Deniska stroked her nipples through her shirt with his fingers. Marie did not object. He lifted his head and kissed her on the exposed area of her chest. Then again and again. Marie could not bring herself to interrupt these tender kisses. She sat down on the bench again and pulled Deniska toward her. She spread her legs, placing him between them, and he pressed himself against her, standing, continuing to kiss her. Deniska lowered his hands, grabbed the edges of the fabric, and began to pull it up, exposing Marie's breasts. Marie pulled it off with both hands over her head and gently hugged him around the back. Deniska kissed and kissed her nipples, caressing them with his tongue and helping himself with his hands. He squeezed and released them with his lips, sucked and pulled, moving his head; he couldn't stop. All the excitement that had been interrupted in the bath by a flash of light now demanded an outlet. Marie felt extraordinarily pleased. Because of her height and athletic figure, she felt and saw that men were afraid of her and avoided her. It had been about ten years since her painful divorce, and she missed simple male affection and attention so much. Marie felt his tense soldier pressing against her. She took him through the fabric of her sweatpants and began to gently massage him. She really wanted to taste him, but she was afraid that Deniska would fall again. He began to tire and slowed his caresses, and Marie decided to try it after all.
She moved back as far as she could, making room on the bench, lifted Deniska by the armpits, and placed him in front of her on the bench. His soldier pressed against her face. She pulled down the elastic waistband of his pants, and he broke free. She took him with both hands and looked at Deniska. His eyes were half-closed. He leaned forward, and that served as a cue for her. She took him inside her, trying not to hurt him. Deniska moved, relying on his limited experience. Knowing that deep penetration was beneficial for fighters, he tried to reach the farthest parts of her throat. Marie, fearing for Deniska because of his heightened sensitivity, caressed him cautiously and with a special tenderness that she had accumulated over years of loneliness. She thought to herself how handsome he was and that she could do this with him for a long time, and that she just wanted him to stay in this state for as long as possible. Gradually, their movements slowed down and subsided. Marie moved away from him. Deniska sank down, and Marie caught him and sat him on her lap. He wrapped his legs around her waist, hugged her with his arms, and laid his head on her chest. Marie first listened to him and tried to understand how he was feeling. She placed one hand on his heart and calmed down when she heard its steady beat. She kissed him on the cheek. Deniska immediately turned his lips toward her, and they kissed each other on the lips. Deniska kissed his Greek goddess, and Marie kissed her forest angel savior.
-Marie.
-Yes, Denis.
-I feel good with you.
-Me too.
She ran her finger down the tip of his nose.
-Let's go to the cabin. Let's see what time it is. What time do you need to be home?
-By five.
They left the bathhouse. Denis carried the electric kettle, and Marie carried the towels, which she immediately hung up to dry. Going into the house, Marie invited Denis in, and immediately began bustling about near the stove and refrigerator.
-Deniska, come in. See what you want. I'll make us something to eat. Would you like pasta with sardines?
-Yes, I would.
-Please check what time it is. The clock is on the table in the second room.
Deniska went into the second room. It was smaller than the first. There was a fold-out sofa along the entire left wall. "This is where Marie sleeps." There was a table by the window, on which Deniska saw a clock and women's cosmetics. There was also a wardrobe with a mirror to the right of the table. Deniska said loudly.
-Ten minutes to five.
-We'll make it.
Marie put the kettle on the stove and started cooking. Half an hour later, Deniska was already helping Marie set the table. At the table, Marie casually asked Deniska about his studies at the technical college, his hobbies, and his favorite books. She asked if he had a girlfriend he liked. Deniska eagerly devoured the pasta with sardines and answered her questions. Marie put slices of sausage and cheese on his bread. She made a salad with radishes and onions. When asked where he learned about electricity, Deniska said frankly that he learned from magazines and in technical school during lab classes.
Marie sighed quietly and asked no more questions. Marie brewed a separate pot of Indian tea and another with mint. She placed a wide bowl of oatmeal cookies and candies next to the tea. Marie helped Denis at the table, and as soon as he put his plate aside, she immediately poured him some tea.
-Deniska, make your own tea, to your liking.
-Uh-huh, thank you.
Deniska drank his tea and thought to himself about today, spent with Marie. At first, he had doubts about whether everything had happened correctly or whether it was considered a deception of his mother and Ira. "It all happened so unexpectedly. That bottle just fell out of nowhere. But you couldn't see anything in it. Why did my fighter react that way? I just hugged Marie. She has such a beautiful figure." Without coming to any conclusions, Deniska decided to let things be. "And Marie thinks that if my mom finds out, it will hurt her. Definitely, I can't tell my mom. I promised her. That means I can't tell Ira either. I don't want any of them to feel bad because of me." His thoughts were interrupted by Marie.
-Denis, finish your tea, and I'll go take off your clothes. I think they need to be ironed to dry completely.
Marie left. Denis finished his tea and, by the time Marie returned, had taken all the dishes out and put them in the kitchen. He found something to wipe the table with, and by the time Marie came back, everything was clean. Marie came in with his clothes in her hands and saw that the table was clean. She was genuinely surprised.
-You've already cleaned everything up!? Well done. Now we'll quickly dry your clothes.
A few minutes later, Marie was already ironing his pants, underwear, and T-shirt. She did it all at the same time. When the heated T-shirt was steaming, she ironed his pants. She warmed them up one by one until they were completely dry. Marie turned off the iron.
-I'll go down to the basement, and you get changed.
Denis took off the yellow wonder with a duckling on it, which was called a tracksuit, with some regret. He liked it because of its soft material. He took his clothes. They were still warm and even hot in places. He put the tracksuit to his nose. The smell of fermented liqueur had disappeared. He quickly changed. Marie came in.
-Denis, here, take this jar. It's currants. I made it myself. It's mashed with sugar. It'll go well with tea. Put it in your bag.
-Thank you.
Marie helped him put it in his bag. They wouldn't make it by five. Marie decided to walk with him.
-I'll at least walk you to the store. We sometimes get groups of drunk people here. Summer residents come for barbecues. I'll feel better that way.
Marie changed into a light sundress, under which she wore a white T-shirt that concealed some of the features of her beautiful figure. On the way, Marie talked about the summer cottages, while Deniska turned his head from side to side and looked around. He was interested. The houses, plots, and fences were all different. Deniska learned that there was even a summer cottage administration and security here. The summer cottage owners were all different. The older ones mostly grew something and took care of the land and trees.
The younger ones come in groups. They sit around the campfire, eat, drink a lot, and then make noise until morning. They quietly made their way to the store.
-Wait for me, Denisa, I'll be right there.
Marie went into the store. There weren't many people there, and Denis didn't have time to look around before he saw Marie standing nearby. He noticed a paper bag in her hands.
-Take it. These are cookies. Give them to the girls, for tea.
-Thanks, I will.
They had already turned onto their street, at the end of which was their house.
-That's it, you go on. I'll stay here a little longer. I'll watch you go.
She leaned toward him and kissed him on the cheek. Denis also tried to raise his head higher and kiss Marie, which he succeeded in doing. Marie held out her hand to him, palm up. It was just like when they shook hands and promised not to tell anyone that they had bathed together naked. Deniska understood and silently shook her hand, and they looked into each other's eyes. Deniska walked on, looking back from time to time. Marie stood there and sometimes waved to him. Suddenly, Deniska saw his mother and Ira walking toward him at the beginning of the street. They waved their hands. Deniska waved back. He turned around. Marie was still standing there, and she also saw Vera and Ira and waved to them. Seeing that Marie was walking toward Vera and Ira, Deniska stopped. And now Marie, Vera, and Ira were standing next to him. They smiled warmly. Ira and Vera hugged Deniska around the shoulders.
-Maria, good afternoon. We saw you first. You were waving your hand. We thought you were waving to us. And only then did we see Denis.
-Good afternoon, Maria. We decided to come out and meet you and take a walk at the same time.
-Good afternoon, girls. We're a little late. But now I have light everywhere, even in the bathhouse.
-My son did it. Well done.
-I invite you tomorrow. Come around three o'clock. I'll start heating the bathhouse at noon. Help me prepare some firewood for throwing on the fire, because mine is running out.
Ira and Vera thanked Maria and promised that they would all come together. Ira asked Maria what they should bring with them.
-Girls, bring shampoo, lotion, and anything else you need. Just make sure to bring a sheet for each of you to cover the shelves and a scarf to cover your head. It would be good to have a simple bathrobe. You'll need it when you come out of the steam room to rest and drink tea.
-We understand. We will.
They said goodbye. Vera took the bag from Deniska.
-Let me help you. Are you tired? Do you want to eat?
-No, Mom. I'm not tired. Marie fed me, and we drank tea.
-Honey, Marie? Why Marie?
-It just happened that way. When I was working on the ceiling, Marie was holding me. I lost my balance a couple of times and wanted to warn her, but I didn't have time to finish saying her name and called her Marie. She held me and thought it would be easier for me to address her that way. She also allowed me to be informal with her.
-How did you hold on to the ceiling?
-Mom, Marie put me on her shoulders and held me with both hands. She's strong. Why did you come out to meet us?
-You were gone for a long time. We calculated that it would take 10 minutes for each light bulb. Even if there were more than six light bulbs, you should have been able to do everything in two hours.
-It took longer than expected. I had to unscrew the old base in each socket, and there were... ten bulbs. I also replaced one switch. Time flew by unnoticed.
-Well done, son. I can't imagine how you figured it all out.
Entering the gate, Deniska saw that the flower bed had been tended to. The soil was fresh and recently weeded. New rows were visible.
-It's beautiful. Did you work on the ground?
-Yes, honey. We worked outside all day today.-
-Are we going to get the hook for the well today?
-No, we changed our minds. We're tired from not being used to it. We'll put it off for now.
-Mom, can I ride my bike then?
-Of course. Go ahead. Would you like me to make you something for dinner?
-No, don't bother. I ate at Mari's. If I want something, tea and a sandwich will be enough.
Entering the house, Deniska placed the currants and a bag of cookies on the table.
-Here, Marie sent these for your tea.
-Well, well. Thank her for me.
Deniska rolled his bike out into the street and sat down on a bench near the well. The front wheel was completely flat. Laying out his tools on the bench, he set to work on the inner tube. It was his first time doing this. He remembered everything he had seen in the yard when the older honeys changed the inner tubes on their bikes. He managed to do it.
Finding the area damaged by the nail, he patched it up with a patch. Finding a small, flat piece of wood, he pressed it against the patched area. On top of it, he placed a jar with large nails. After thinking for a moment, he placed half of an old brick on top of the jar. It was already getting dark outside. Looking up at the sky, Deniska tried to determine whether it would rain at night. The sky was clear. Still, for peace of mind, he found a large old bent pot in the shed and covered the camera with it. "Well, now it definitely won't get wet." He put away his tools and took the bicycle to the shed. "I'll continue tomorrow." In good spirits, he went into the house. Ira and Vera were sitting on a rug doing bandhas. Vera turned around. While Deniska was busy repairing the camera, his pants had gotten dirty.
-Son, take off your pants and put them on the bench. I'll wash them.
-Yes, okay. Mom, I'll take a shower right away.
-Go ahead. We'll take one later.
When Deniska came out of the shower, there was no one in the shower room. He went into the room. Mom and Ira had apparently just gotten up from the floor after finishing their exercises.
-Irisha, you go first, and I'll wash the small items. I don't have the strength to do women's practices today.
-Yes. You need to be used to this kind of work. We're very delicate in the city.
Vera came closer to Deniska and asked quietly.
-Are you tired today?
-A little.
She leaned toward him and said even more quietly,
-If you feel like it, do your exercises.
-Yes, Mom. Okay.
Vera and Ira left. Deniska remained alone in the room. He lay down on his bed and turned on the wall lamp.
He heard his mother take the bowl of water she had collected in the shower out into the pre-shower area and start washing. He heard the distant sound of the shower running, under which Ira was washing. He began to do his male exercises. During the massage, his thoughts kept wandering, and he remembered today's lamp replacement at Mari's. How he had sat down from the flash of light. It had all happened so unexpectedly. He also remembered her beautiful feminine figure. "I need to ask Ira about the flash of light." He heard his mother talking quietly with Ira, who had come out of the shower. Soon the shower door slammed. Deniska guessed that his mother had come in. A few minutes later, Ira came in. She was wrapped in a towel that was fastened somewhere under her armpits.
-Are you still awake?
-Yes.
-I was bending over in the shower and now my leg muscles are aching in the back. It's been a long time since that happened. We didn't work very hard, but my muscles immediately feel the physical exertion.
She sat down on the bed, took out a tube of cream, and began rubbing it on her hands. Then she put the cream on the nightstand, took off the towel, and hung it on a chair, spreading it out. Finally, she lay down. Deniska waited a little. Ira lay quietly.
-Ira, are you going to sleep already?
-No, not yet. I'm just lying here.
-I've been wanting to ask you something for a long time. Can I lie down with you?
-Lie down.
Deniska raised his head and decided where it would be best to settle down. He decided that it would probably be better on the edge, since his mother's bed was in the center and she would also want to talk. He got up and walked around the bed, sitting down on Ira's bed. Ira lifted the blanket with her hand.
-Crawl in.
Deniska lay on his side and hugged Ira around her stomach. He rested his head on the pillow close to Ira's shoulder. They were both naked after showering.
-I wanted to ask about the flash of light. I noticed that when I get very excited, at some point, if I close my eyes, I see a bright spot of light. And if my eyes are closed, the spot flashes on its own at that moment.
-There's no need to be afraid of this. Your sexual energy rises up the front central meridian and reaches your head. Or, in other words, it rises up the chakras and reaches the Ajna.
Ira said that this happens differently for everyone and that young men may experience immediate ejaculation. She also explained that if he has learned to do a muscle lock, he sends energy upward, which is good. Deniska listened to her explanations. Now, more than ever, everything was clear to him. "Why didn't I figure it out myself? Ira explained these things." Deniska raised his hand from her stomach closer to her chest. He caressed her nipples, involuntarily remembering how beautiful they were. He pulled her right breast toward him and took her nipple into his mouth. Ira raised her right arm and hugged him, pressing him close to her. Deniska settled comfortably, and he no longer needed to hold the nipple with his hand; it stayed in his mouth on its own.
-Settle in. Try to keep the light in Ajna for as long as possible. Breathe deeply through your nose and evenly.
Deniska moved his right hand down to her stomach, then lower, until he reached her mound. He plunged his fingers into it, starting at the top and stroking downward. Ira fell silent. Deniska caressed her breasts and stroked her entire pearl with his fingers. Ira lifted her legs at the knees and spread them wider. They lay in silence. Ira closed her eyes. She woke up when she heard the rustling of a towel. Vera was standing nearby, drying her head with a towel, squeezing her hair from different sides. Seeing that Ira had raised her head in her direction, she came closer. Ira looked at Deniska. He was still holding her nipple in his mouth, sucking on it, and sleeping. His hand was frozen in the folds of her body.
-Deniska fell asleep. I passed out too.
-Is he bothering you? Maybe we should move him?
-We'll wake him up. Let him lie there for now. If he's sleeping soundly, I'll move to his bed. It's too far to carry him from here.
-Okay. Should I turn off the light?
-Yes, turn it off.
Vera lay down on her bed. She couldn't sleep. She remembered yesterday's sensations from Ira's touch. She just wanted to snuggle up to her and talk about something interesting.
-Iryna, do you want me to help you move?
-Yes, please. I was about to ask you myself.
Vera crawled over to Iryna. She lay down next to her and buried her nose in her shoulder.
With her left hand, she touched Ira's chest and gently touched Deniska's hair.
-Is his hand there?
Vera lowered her hand to Ira's mound. Deniska's hand was there. It was buried as deep as possible.
Vera traced his fingers and penetrated deep into the folds of Ira's mound. She pulled Deniska's hand upward, freeing Ira.
-Thank you. That's fine. I'll move over to your side now and free myself.
Vera moved away, and Ira lay down in her place, freeing herself from Deniska's embrace.
-I didn't wake her, she's asleep.
Vera rolled over onto her bed.
-Iri, crawl over me onto Deniska's bed. It'll be faster that way.
-Yes, I'm trying. But I can't see anything. Guide me.
It was indeed very dark without light, and even body silhouettes were invisible. Vera, lying on her back, turned toward Ira and raised her hands in search of her. Then she stumbled upon her elbows. Ira was on all fours and on her hands. Vera placed her palms under her armpits and gently pulled her toward her.
-Crawl toward me like this, and then over me to Deniska's bed.
-Got it. It's so dark that even the window doesn't help. There must be no moon. It's completely dark.
Ira began to move in small steps on her knees in the specified direction. Vera touched her with her hands, helping her to orient herself in the direction. Ira had already crawled to Vera and was above her. Vera covered her breasts with her palms and traced a circle. Ira froze. Vera raised her head and found her nipple and kissed it.
-Verchik, I want to kiss you like a sister too. Let's lie down more comfortably.
-Let's do it, sister.
They lay down on their sides facing each other, so that their heads were opposite the two peaks. Vera helped herself with her hand and pulled Ira's breast closer to her, drawing the nipple into her mouth with her lips. Ira responded in kind. At first, they concentrated entirely on the breasts. Changing nipples and kissing them deeply, they both tasted them. Ira enjoyed the taste of linden honey, and Vera enjoyed the taste of tropical fruits. Vera slowly began to raise her hand, caressing Ira's stomach first. Then she reached the mound. Ira spread her legs, and Vera's palm was able to describe a half-arc, completely covering the mound and sinking her fingers into it. Ira responded with reciprocal movements of her hips. Her hands also began to caress Vera in the area of her Dan Tian center. Her palms reached and made their way to Vera's legs and gently spread them apart. She continued to caress the inner thighs. Then her hand plunged inside the mound. With her fingertips, she began to make circular movements, without haste. At this moment, the Heavenly and Earthly were being attuned. Ira did everything to awaken and activate their life forces stored in the Mingmen areas. The gates of life harmonized the lower energy centers with the upper ones — the chest and Ajna.
Her palm rotated in a spiral around the Dan Tian center, stirring the original energy of Yuan Qi, eliminating the cold in the womb, which promoted female fertility and calmed the spirit.
Vera felt tenderness and care. She tried to repeat Ira's movements, touching her sensitive spots in the same way and transferring her energy to them with caresses. With slow movements of their hands, they caressed each other and at the same time drank the nectar of peaches from each other. Time ceased to exist for them. Vera understood that in this practice of sisterhood, one cannot rush or make quick movements. Their goal was to raise their sister's Yin level as much as possible. And all this was done for one purpose only — to transfer this enhanced Yin to their man. Finishing the practice, Ira folded her palms in the shape of a lotus at Vera's navel, imagining how the energy crystallized into the "pearl of immortality." She lay quietly and waited for Vera. After a while, Vera realized that Ira was lying quietly and herself removed her lips from her chest. Vera found a pillow and moved closer to her, laying her head on her half of the pillow. She left the other half for Ira.
-Iri, lie down here.
Ira found a place for her with her hand and also lay down on the pillow. They lay head to head.
-Iri, I wanted to ask you something. Where is the line that, once crossed, would make the relationship between sisters bad?
-After reviewing many books for myself, I came to the conclusion that there are three main types of such relationships. The first and second are useful and good for both the woman and her man, while the third type is beyond the bounds of the law.
-Please tell me more.
-The first type of such relationships is between girls or women who seek to increase their Yin or Shakti energy in order to transfer it to their beloved man, who is Shiva to them.
-And Shakti? How do we increase it?
-Since Shakti is an ancient, sacred, feminine energy, it is one of the dual forces that form the basis of the universe. This energy exists in both men and women. In Hindu religious traditions, divine feminine energy takes the form of the goddess Shakti, symbolizing the source of creation, maintenance, and destruction of the universe. She is depicted in sculptures and drawings as a female divine being. The most important symbol of Shakti is the female organ. When sisters exchange energies, they open the second sacral chakra, Svadhisthana, whose goddess is Shakti. With the awakening of Svadhisthana, spiritual energy is simultaneously awakened in a woman, and she begins to feel the goddess within herself. The female path to spiritual enlightenment lies through the control of Svadhisthana energy.
-I understand. By awakening Shakti within themselves, the sisters strengthen her?
-Yes, exactly. I don't remember the exact wording, but the meaning of the ancient text is something like this: "When Shiva and Shakti unite, Shakti is released, healing, strengthening, and rejuvenating both men and women". In modern language, this means that the energy of a man absorbs the feminine Yin, and the spirit absorbs the energy of Shakti. It is precisely the union of male and female consciousness that is sacred and exists within us and throughout the entire Cosmos.
The feminine energy of Shakti: https://youtube.com/shorts/lahWueo4POA
-Does this affect their future children?
-Yes. Intelligent and healthy children are born. Since the Svadhishthana chakra is open, it is nourished by cosmic energy during pregnancy. The pregnancy proceeds without complications. A woman can carry and give birth to ten children, and they will all be healthy, and the woman herself will be in excellent shape.
-I never cease to be amazed by the knowledge of the ancients.
Vera thought to herself that she had not read about this in the magazine "Health."
-The second type is the relationship between a mistress and her maids. In this case, the maids transfer their energy to the mistress in order to support her health. As a rule, this implies that the woman is a widow or single. This woman may marry, in which case her enhanced Shakti energy will be transferred to her new partner. The first and second types have come down to us from the depths of centuries and are considered natural and beneficial to women's health. In the modern world, sisterhood relationships still exist in many countries and are sometimes considered mandatory for girls before marriage.
Sisters: https://youtube/l04qudx8iGw
-In which countries?
-India, Nepal, Sri Lanka, Pakistan, Afghanistan, Bangladesh, Malaysia, China, Indonesia, Singapore, Cambodia, Kenya, South Africa, the Emirates, and other smaller countries. Hinduism exists in these countries. Followers of Hinduism call their religion Sanatana Dharma, which means "eternal truth." This is about 80% of the world's population. If we consider that such relationships are also possible in other countries where Taoism and Islam exist, then this percentage is even higher.
-Indeed, a lot of people. I would never have thought so. And the third type?
-Why are they considered mandatory?
-I already mentioned that. Sisters have their Svadhishthana chakra open. On a subconscious level, the chakra is constantly being fed. Books say that it comes from space, but I think that's just a generalization. In a deeper sense, the chakra receives energy from the Earth, nature, the Sun, and the stars. As a result, during pregnancy, the fetus is carried without complications. In the past, there were no maternity hospitals, mothers were not admitted to maternity wards, and women carried their babies themselves. A midwife was called when labor began. Families were large. Even if a woman gave birth more than ten times, she did not feel exhausted. She was completely healthy. As a rule, the children were also in excellent health and lived to a ripe old age. Ancient Taoists noted that in such families, children were intelligent and ahead of their peers in mental development.
-Yes, I understand. This is really very important. And the third type?
-The third is when two women lead a secluded lifestyle and satisfy their desires in different ways. No children are born from such a union, such a union does not lead to the transfer of Shakti to a man, and it is considered to be beyond the law.
-The law of continuing life on Earth?
-Yes, you could understand it that way.
Ira waited until Vera fell asleep, then moved over to Deniska's bed and fell asleep too.
To be continued.