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As I lay there, breathing heavily, catching my breath and calming down, the sounds told me that the men had left the room.
I lay alone, and only now felt how my hands were numb.
The door creaked again.

And again, my hands gently rubbed me with a damp cloth that smelled of some herbs, gently and gently rubbing the most intimate places.
I woke up from the sunlight beating out the window with the curtains opened.
The body was fresh, as if I had slept for several days.
After lying a bit and remembering everything, I got up – my things were neatly hanging next to me in a chair, a handbag was lying next to me.
Dressed slowly.
The head was completely empty.
For some reason there was no emotion.
The old woman came in, her eyes smiled slyly, she again said something.
I tiredly smiled at her, drank the tea offered and got up from the chair.
Immediately she swept in front of me, opening the door to the street.
Right next to the entrance was a car.
The old woman shoved the note to the driver, and something in my bag pocket and I got into the car.
The driver drove me to my hotel, and when I wanted to pay, he shook his head.
Still with an empty head, without thoughts, I entered our bungalow.
You slept soundly, sprawled on the bed.
I sat on the edge of the bed and remembered the hall again.
tango.
beautiful woman in your arms.
lips quivered again.
but then it was as if the body spoke, remembering the hands of others and other men.
Well then.
both are guilty.
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