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Its person flared fire. At last it managed to take in
hands, but by then from eyes have begun to flow tears, and it had to wipe them
napkin. - All is normal?
- He has asked. - It seems, yes. - Do not want to tell to me about it? Before
it it is unexpected with clearness of a nightmare there was an image. It was old
tennis racket of normana, worldly-wise "prins" with the handle wound
black tape. How much she remembered, the racket hung till now at home on
to wall over a ladder conducting in a cellar. For the first years of their marriage it a little
time banged its racket. Then, approximately in half a year after an abortion,
there was something much more awful. He has raped her by means of a racket,
having put the handle to it in an anus. During sessions of a therapeutic circle in
"daughters and sisters" she has shared (so it was called, {to share}
- word simultaneously exact and disgusting) with other women
much of family "experience", but about this small trouble has solved
to hold back - about what to feel in itself the handle wound with a tape,
which is driven in anal pass by the man who has saddled you, having pressed knees
hips so that you cannot move; what to feel, how it
bends and says that if you and resist further, it
will break a glass with water which is standing near on a bedside table a bed, and will cut to you
throat. What to lie under it, feeling a smell of mint tablets in its breath and
to think that it just about will break off you on a part.
- No, - she grateful to the voice has refused that it not
shivers. - I do not want to speak about normane. He treated me badly and consequently
i from it have left. The story end.
- Quite exhaustive biography, - he has noticed. - And it has disappeared from
lives for ever?
- For ever.
- Whether he knows about it? I ask because i remember, how you
have opened to me a door. Hardly you expected to see the representative of a church community
all sacred.
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