You are too old! XXX I got twelve,” she said. “Now, Jane, put your clothes back, take your bag and quickly to the women’s room!”
Girl sat down and began to cry. She didn’t laugh, didn’t get scared, didn’t turned off her head, but also she didn’t stared. As I knew, sometimes there happened that little children, not even school age, who visited swimming pool daughters with fathers or sons with mothers, clothed and washed also in opposite dressing room, because parents didn’t want let little child go alone to their gender dressing rooms. This is men’s locker room. Is something really wrong?”
“How old you are,” I asked. Again Jane didn’t react. She was girl, am I right?”
“I have seen her earlier too, she has came always with her father.




















