Thank you for giving me some last-minute wet wipes and giving me a minute to dry off.

In vain I hoped that they would send me to the House of Comfort on some Enterprise. A sneezing boat in the shape of a huge crystal ball in which I sat on a metal bench welded to the floor and was afraid of losing my teeth until I got to my destination. And also this grinning mug opposite ... As if he smells what I was doing recently, and hints with a glance, but you won’t suck me? At least half a bump?

I wonder if this freak is also in the "Temptation", or will we make stops along the way? I want to go to the toilet - horror. And the door doesn't lock. As soon as I take off my underpants, this bastard will drag behind me, smiling at all three crooked teeth.

- Hey, losers! another passenger, who entered the cabin, teased us.

Eared blue-eyed blonde with shaggy hands, fangs and an opened can of pickled cucumbers. He sat down next to me and let's frown. Yes, so delicious that my jaws cramped. And I was terribly thirsty. I still had the taste of sex in my mouth.

“I’m Natasha,” she introduced herself, but didn’t bow.

— Tasha? he lisped, chewing.

Let there be Tasha. Now what's the difference? Temptation is my new life!

I nodded.

“Hey, woolen, can you share a cucumber?” Toothless grinned.

He was not greedy. He handed him the bitten one, and he dipped his paw for a new one in the jar.

Toothless didn't hesitate. He took a cucumber and dragged his carcass to the toilet. A minute later, very strange sounds began to reach us - something between snoring and grunting, seasoned with obscene words. I decided not to imagine what the toothless one was doing there. But he was worth celebrating. At least someone is happy.

Where are you going, Tasha? asked the big-eared one. It didn't seem to bother him at all. Didn't even ruin your appetite.

“To The Temptation,” I answered with such seriousness in my voice, as if I were going to a monastery.

"Oh, oh," he drawled. - I'm there too.

I looked him over with a stern look.

No, you didn't think about that. I work there.

- By whom, I wonder?

- Window cleaner. Feel what fur I have. The glasses are shining!

Well! I've already started dating. I've got connections as far as Mister Muscle! The guy seemed friendly. But do I need it?

— Ahh!!! the toothless growled from the toilet. - Stuck, bitch! Ahh!!! Has broken!!!

Rolling my eyes and clicking my tongue, I got up and left the cabin. Slapped to the cockpit, where he played cards with the co-pilot.

— Are you crazy? I was outraged. We will fly like this for ten years! I will be old by then, and who will need me with sand from one place?

- Can't you see? The pilot pointed to the windshield. - Cork. Let's go, let's move on.

I just hoped it would clear up quickly.

At the next stop, a girl entered the cabin. I almost fell off the bench from the sight of her neckline. If she now says that she made a mistake and got in the wrong place, I will exhale. For someone like her, it's an insult to ride this scruffy little boat with us.

The plump lips curved into a smirk. The girl fluttered her eyelashes and looked in my direction. Goddess! Just a goddess.

And then she noticed Mister Muscle eating cucumbers. And suddenly winced.

"Fucking pig," she muttered under her breath.

— What?! - Shaggy almost choked on a cucumber from surprise. - I eat as I want! Do you have anything against the racial respect law? How can I eat you with a fork? And he took out a paw from the jar, moving his huge claws in the air.

"I'm a mentalist, you flea!" And I perfectly heard your thoughts about a blowjob in the toilet from "this hot chick"!

She snorted indignantly again and walked over to the bench, landing with a swing next to me. I glanced at her curiously.

Mentalist? Interesting! In my short life, I rarely met mentalists. A rare and dangerous gift. And uncomfortable. All the people I met, by the way, had a disgusting character. Although, I always wanted to make friends with one of them. Find out what it's like to live in a world of other people's thoughts and images. And be able to manage them.

The girl suddenly turned to me. I smelled sweet perfume, which, like a soft and cozy cloud, enveloped me. My mother used similar ones...until she went to heaven.

“Baby,” the girl said sweetly, “I'm sorry, but I prefer not to be friends with cute girls.

Overheard thoughts ... expected.

- Why?

“It can be hard to resist,” her lips curved smoothly and viciously into a smirk, and she leaned forward a little, “so as not to get into such lovely heads ... and not throw a couple of dirty thoughts.

At the last word, my consciousness seemed to turn off for a second, and I clearly, with a flash, saw a picture before my eyes. I lay on bright red sheets, completely naked. She hung over me, and apart from tight panties, she had no more clothes. Brown hair spilled over fragile shoulders. She slowly leaned towards me and I could feel her hot breath. His tongue touched my stomach wetly and slid down. I was immediately seized with fever. And when her head was between my legs, and I felt a hot touch to the most intimate, the vision crumbled into a thousand pieces.

I was still sitting in the cabin, and, freaking out, staring at the girl. She smiled very, very sarcastically.

Oh, and I got hot! After this, you usually want to breathe or smoke, and I wanted to ask my sexy fellow traveler to repeat her trick. My fantasy has already plunged me into boundless bliss, my panties were wet with pearl juices.

- And who is puffing in the push? - asked the girl and, shaking her hips, defiled to the toilet.

Toothless didn't lock himself from the inside. I suspect there was not even a primitive latch. Pushing open the door, the girl gasped and giggled:

- Well, what are you, baby? First time, right? Let's help.

She hid behind the door. Mister Muscle and I heard the plaintive whining of the toothless one and looked at each other. A second later, a sigh of relief. Both came out of the toilet with happy smiles on their faces.

“I left a cucumber in the washstand,” the girl clarified, patting the toothless man on the shoulder. - Hungry, eat.

We were pulled. The ship literally jumped, and the voice of the captain was heard in the creaking speakers

- Dear passengers! he spoke in the voice of Leonid Volodarsky, notorious among earthlings. Fasten your seat belts if your benches still have them! We are entering the Sixth Feather Galaxy from the Coccyx of the Two-Headed Goose. As soon as the last grain of sand on the clock falls to the bottom, we will land in the spaceport. Thank you for choosing our intergalactic line!

As if we had that choice, I thought.

There were no seat belts, of course, on the benches, so we held on with what we could and by what we could while our coughing boat crawled its pestle among the stamens of the spaceport.

“It doesn’t seem to be shaking anymore,” Mr. Muscle smiled and took a sip of cucumber pickle from a can. - It's time to go out.

The smoking (for some reason!) door crawled up with a click, and we were already met by a fire brigade with buckets and shovels and a group of unknown closet-shaped thugs. I immediately guessed that this was my escort, and, with a heavy sigh, I left the ship into the suffocating heat.