The teacher
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Part XII
October
Lily lay on Thomas's chest, her slender fingers curled under his shirt.
«If you tease me again and lock yourself in the bathroom, I swear I'll break down the door, but I'll get you!»
Lily laughed, giving him a sly look that made the Jew melt like ice cream in the sun. The man grabbed her wrist, pressing his hand to her throbbing groin. The girl laughed again, tugging at the fabric, which only made Tom sigh loudly and return The same vulgar smile. The man reached for her lips, kissing them, his short beard tickling her soft skin.
«It's been three months. The time has come… « the Jew assured her, lowering her onto her back and holding her close, kissing her protruding Breasts through her dress.
Lily moaned, spontaneously, emotionally, spreading her legs, where his hand immediately descended.
«Thomas, stop!» I can't,» she said, trying to sit up in bed.
«But why?» His plump lips brushed the fabric, leaving a wet smudge that shone through the white fabric.
«Because!» Lily muttered, covering her breasts with her hands and not allowing Shulman to undo the buttons.
«That's not an answer, So we don't have a good reason? Take off your clothes!» The Jew reached for his belt.
«I won't!» Lily snapped, kicking on the bed under the man's pressure.
«Hmmm,» Thomas drawled, his face contorted and his brow furrowed the Jew shrugged, stretching out each vowel: «I'll undress you myself!»
His strong hands immediately reached for the thin panties under her dress, pulling them down.
«Thomas Shulman?!» she screamed, grabbing at the fabric that had just slipped from her thighs.
«Lily Yung?!» Tom mimicked her.
The girl was no longer laughing, so the man reluctantly removed his hands, noticing the displeased and offended grimace, until it was too late.
«I'm going for a check-up tomorrow,» the girl said, putting this in front of the fact.
«And what…?»
«And I would like to leave the office with pride and a whole head, otherwise my father will hit me, and then you!»
Shulman laughed.
«Thomas! Stop clowning around! I'm serious!»
«Really?» defiantly frowned the man, again running his fingers along the female thighs, and then connecting them with his lips « seriously, at this rate, you will RUB my penis to the holes with your hands, however!»
«Thomas! I don't like your haste» Lily said, pushing at his chest. «You're making me! You're making me! How you broke free like a mad dog!»
Shulman was concerned about the upcoming trip to Glasgow, which he had not yet told the girl about. The Jewish gut sensed danger. He knew that he would return to London, at least not in a cloth bag in parts. He was not afraid of death, often repeating: «however, this death does not concern me!» And that was true, because Thomas had nothing to lose except the bars and the rest of the business, but now he has Lily, who will survive his death, of course, but her life won't get any better. Shulman was not ready to die now, wanting to carry out great plans. He wanted to show the girl the whole world, especially France, which had sunk into his soul after the war. He wanted to show her every corner, every street. She would have shared his pain and suffering. Thomas knew that it was bad business to get involved with the mafia, and the Russian mafia was bad business. Yes, he knew the language, Yes, he knew the manners and procedures, but all this would not become a sheet of steel from a bullet-a fool who could leave a neat hole in the middle of his forehead. He was only hurrying Lily because he was nervous, trying to relieve the tension, because he was tired of the usual caresses and completely fed up. His concern, of course, was not empty, as it often was. His sixth sense did not fail him. The same excitement and nausea combined with a headache were a harbinger of injury during the war, a harbinger of lung burns from toxic substances during the battle, a harbinger of a knife stuck in the leg while playing with other children in the yard. She kissed his pursed lips, distracting him from his thoughts.
«Tommy, are you offended?»»
The man shook his head:
«No, I still love you very much, don't I? And I appreciate and respect your decision,» he said, burying his face in the girl's cheek and stroking her shoulders as if cradling her in broad daylight for a quiet hour.
Tom gathered up his things, putting clean shirts in his bag.
«When will you be back?» Lily asked, drawing Letters in the air with her foot. It's Lily who's doing well. Insouciance and the absence of any creepy adult problems. She was in no hurry to grow up, which was great, because she made Shulman feel like a child, too.
«Friday night, early Saturday morning deadline,» he kissed her feet like a submissive as he continued to pack, «I'll call you in the morning and evening when I get to Glasgow. Tell me how you went to the doctor and how your father built you a Golden monument that will be created exclusively by virgins like you,» he finished, zipping up her leather bag and carefully putting the gun in the bottom.
«What a bore you are, Thomas!» she said, getting out of bed to see him off.
«Isaac will pick you up tomorrow morning, right?»
She shook her head.
«No, I won't sleep in your house without you, like some widow.»
Thomas kissed her on the lips and on the top of her head, holding her close, trying to keep his legs from trembling.
«Then from Friday to Saturday, warm the bed, okay?» he asked, lifting his mouth from hers, stroking her rosy cheek and hearing only a soft «Yes».
Part XIII
A cold, rainy night hung over the city, unconsciously mourning Thomas and lulling Lily to sleep. Dank raindrops pattered against the window, and the poor branches cracked, sending a low howl through the house. The bedroom was clean and elegant, with light Wallpaper with tiny flowers, and the cold light from the street lamp illuminated it. The last logs were burning in the small fireplace, warming them with a light warmth. The girl was sleeping soundly, having thrown off a large blanket, revealing a beautiful body dressed in a thin nightgown. Lily was expecting Tom on Friday night, and she didn't have all day to call.
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