Chapter 17
November 4, 2016, Friday.
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nya was in her room at home on the third floor. Surrounded by books and with the minilaptopminilaptop that Martin had lent her to write her school papers. When suddenly without her least expectation he walked in the door. She was very surprised, she had never expected him there, he had given no warning that he was coming back from the sea. He was in uniform, in his blue sailor's uniform, he put her backpack on the floor and pulled her by her feet in such a way that she ended up on the edge of the bed. She was wearing one of her house dresses and he knelt down so quickly and lifted her clothes out of her way, ripping her panties into a thousand pieces in fractions of a second, that she didn't know how to react. Before she could finish the sentence
