Everyone is different, but everyone lives by the same rules. At least that's what Helena thought. A person should not interfere with another person's freedom. A person should not intrude another person's personal space. A person should breathe with the full breath, even when it's hard and sad. All in all, a set of rules is often called wisdom. But then this nasty guy shows up. Yes, of course, he claims he wasn't peeking and didn't mean to disturb Helena at all. But why are his swim trunks so ripe? Why is he staring so carnivorously at Helena's breasts? Perhaps the answer is simple: the wisdom of a teenager is to fuck anything that moves...