Lying in my own bed, I saw Nina Sergeyevna’s beautiful body. It was imprinted in my brain like a picture in an album. The dream did not go at all. Erotic fantasies began to overwhelm me. The hand under the blanket involuntarily descended to the groin. I felt the strong muscles of my gun. It was ready for battle and very much craved for it. To relieve tension, I had to make a blank shot. But until the morning I was not able to almost fall asleep.
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