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The Mere Tide P16

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The mother parleyed in the afternoon. Her concession was a relent on her daughter's inamorata. Her terms an adherence to basic civility.

No drinking. Polite at table. Use forks and spoons. Dont be loud. Dont destroy anything.

Gonna drink aint bein rude an what the fuck is utensil?

At bedtime Dachni shed her clothes. The mother was long gone and Holnifa had appropriated further bedding and she was fluffing their pillows and when she looked up she turned scarlet. There was a space heater in a corner but it hadnt been charged and the breath of the girls plumed the air. Holnifa laid out their blankets in a hurried flurry and Dachni picked up a corner and slipped in.

Is ye comin?

Holnifa covered herself with a blanket and changed into her pajamas and got in. Dachni threw a leg over her waist and pulled her in and buried her face in her shoulder.

Mm-mfff.

The following night there was the soft press of lips against her nape and thin lines of cold up her shirt exploring.

No. Quit. Be quit.

Mm?

Quit.

Dachni snickered and nibbled her ear. Gonna eat your brains an  lick yer pussy.

Dachni.

She toed her pants down in clockwork motion and Holnifa swatting at her exploring hands and making throaty little growls.

Dachni.

Yeeees?

No.

Hmm.

An older brother came in the morning bearing formal invitations to dinner which
Holnifa accepted gladly and they sat together on the threshold speaking with incredulity of the unlikeliness of life's outcomes.

Dachni listened understanding nothing. They looked back at her. The brother wore a
look of ambivalence. He said a final thing and rose and went back.

She made her bathe. Being undressed Dachni went ooh lala until she held up a sponge.

Was that?

Holnifa narrowed her eyes. Squeegee you.

She heated water on their electric stove and gave her a good scrub down before a liberal perfuming. Dachni sneezed a fine particle mist. Jasmine. She had begged an iron earlier in the day and expending the last of their batteries pressed their clothes.

They arrived in good order. Holnifa in resolute optimism and Dachni altogether ridiculously debonair. A toothless dimwit keeping the pretense welcomed showed them to the tor. They were greeted formally and after a brief speech food was served. The family all inquired of Holnifa, her new quarters, her independence.

Тамаша. Мен оны қатты ұнайды. Біз үйленген жетуді көздеп отырмыз.

The mother coughed out her drink.

What does they say?

Holnifa giggled uncontrollably.

He know...home. Бұл не? Жақсы.

Good.

Yes.

Dachni glanced at the mother aghast and hiding badly a sly smile pulled down Holnifa's collar to reveal a constellation of discolored hickey's staining her daughter's neck. Holnifa eeped and pulled up her collar but the mother's face was scarlet and all talk diminished in a seething undercurrent of hard bridled hostility maintained by the teeth and all Holnifa's anticipatory powers until the momentarily delayed request for the passing of potatoes erupted into an objection that her child was being allowed through the abridgment of her will to play house with a pedophilic psychopath and the older siblings and uncles unanimously agreed to end the night that the two could return to their own bawdy and inventious devices.

An hour later in bed she would not relent. Dachni got her pajamas off and pressed her hairless sex against her thigh. It was cold enough to cloud the breath but sweat was running down the channels in her face. The wind stirred the trees outside. A corded whine of branches. A slick sound of the stream water sliding under its cap of ice. She went stiff all over and her foot made little involuntary kicks. She stretched breast to breast over her friend but this denouement would not be enjoyed for Holnifa needed wipe the glistening slaver of mucous from her thigh.

Жексұрын.
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