Oh, this dance…
The girl approaches him and looks into the boy’s face.
— Still, you are very strange. You are a brilliant sharper, but you are vegetating in such a hole. You do not need women, although you have a pretty face! I’ve even heard that you go to a hairdresser and help old men with their work there. What’s wrong with you, Gambler?
The young man looks away. He
does from time to time go to the old barber shop to their owners, who
sheltered him after his mother’s death, when he was just a child. The clatter of scissors calms him, and his fingers are deft, unlike the old men, and they always gratefully accept his help.
— Consider that this is my second profession, — Gambler jokes.— Are you — and a hairdresser? Pff.
Gambler throws long hair from his face and smiles.
— Suddenly, one day, I’ll tie with gambling? In the end, I will have something to do.
The girl does not listen to him. She presses herself ever closer to the boy, squeezes his chest against him. There is no underwear on it, and the top buttons of the shirt are unbuttoned and a resilient chest flashes seductively. And Gambler himself does not understand what is tightening around the girl, and she kisses him with hot lips. She has strange spirits, as if with some kind of forest aroma and this smell throws the young man into a fever.
He is not really interested in women, nor in men, but he is very young and hormones take their own.
He feels the girl unbutton his jeans and, it seems, completely loses his head.
— Reth, did you often do insane things?
— When, for example, did we get drunk with my brothers and decided to catch mountain goats for my father? I then searched for my clothes for three more days…
— Mmm… you’ve got problems with alcohol, Reth.
— No, it’s alcohol got problems with me.
— But I did have something else… okay, let me tell you differently. Will you marry me, Reth?
— And you know, all your excuses, that you are older than me, that you have no eyes and other nonsense — I do not accept them.
— Stupid boy.
— Is this consent?
— Of course.
— Tell me, do you have a girlfriend? We have not seen each other for two years, maybe you started someone during this time?
He looks at Clarissa with perplexity.— The girlfriend? No, why do I need it? I’m fine as it is.
— Well… — she pouters — go on dates, kissing, having sex. Or are you still a virgin?
Gambler jumps up from the couch and goes to the window so that the girl does not see how he blushed. Although, it would seem that this is it? A virgin, and what?
Transformation. Evil to good.
— Tell me, do you have a girlfriend? We have not seen each other for two years, maybe you started someone during this time?
He looks at Clarissa with perplexity.— The girlfriend? No, why do I need it? I’m fine as it is.
— Well… — she pouters — go on dates, kissing, having sex. Or are you still a virgin?
Gambler jumps up from the couch and goes to the window so that the girl does not see how he blushed. Although, it would seem that this is it? A virgin, and what?
Achtung!
— I’m tired, — Clarissa says. — You’re not far from here, are you? Take me to your house, I’ll call a taxi! Daddy took all his bodyguards and I have no one to carry, do not go by bus!
They climb the semi-dark stairs to Gambler’s apartment and the girl timidly presses against him all the way. In a tight apartment, Gambler clicks the switch and the girl says:
— Wow!
— I thought you had a mess here, and maybe even rats would run.
— They will not have anything to eat here, — the young man notices and removes the books from the old sofa. He likes to read and does it almost constantly. His
favorite evenings are when he does not need a boss, and you can make
yourself a hot tea, curl up on a sofa, book yourself and read until the
morning.
— Hmmm, — the girl thinks. — You’re strange. You work for my father, you beat so many people, and you live almost like a beggar.Gambler shrugs his shoulders. He is not particularly interested in money. He has enough for food and books, and the rest is not so important.
— I’m tired, — Clarissa says. — You’re not far from here, are you? Take me to your house, I’ll call a taxi! Daddy took all his bodyguards and I have no one to carry, do not go by bus!
They climb the semi-dark stairs to Gambler’s apartment and the girl timidly presses against him all the way. In a tight apartment, Gambler clicks the switch and the girl says:
— Wow!
— I thought you had a mess here, and maybe even rats would run.
— They will not have anything to eat here, — the young man notices and removes the books from the old sofa. He likes to read and does it almost constantly. His
favorite evenings are when he does not need a boss, and you can make
yourself a hot tea, curl up on a sofa, book yourself and read until the
morning.
— Hmmm, — the girl thinks. — You’re strange. You work for my father, you beat so many people, and you live almost like a beggar.Gambler shrugs his shoulders. He is not particularly interested in money. He has enough for food and books, and the rest is not so important.
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