... It was their last day in Saint-Tropez, in which They spent five meaningless useless days, days of utter idleness. However, They, probably, also wanted it.

As usual, in the evening They went to the city, had dinner at the best restaurant of those days, and now have returned to their hotel. It was still not too late, I didn’t want to go to the room, and one would have to sit in the hotel bar at least once, and leave tomorrow. There was almost no one in the bar, only an elderly German couple sat in the lobby, and a gentleman was sitting at a corner table, pulling gin and staring at a newspaper. It seems - "Herald Tribune".

They went to an open veranda, on which they found another pair. It is difficult to say how old - the darkness hides a lot, especially for women. Without saying a word, they took a table right next to this couple, although there were plenty of free tables for solitude. A couple, upon closer inspection, turned out to be rather young, which was rare for this hotel, in which the mature contingent was mainly selected. Moreover - it was new. There are few people in the hotel, and They have never met them before. Probably just arrived today.

Wine no longer wanted. He ordered cognac - Hennessy, She - Margaret. Soon the bartender brought the order. Slightly sipped.

- How do you like this boy? - Sergey asked, knowing in advance that he would hear in response.

... I must say, they sometimes did swing, but mostly it was by His will. She only agreed when she was very tired. She didn’t like this idea from the very beginning, and after several unsuccessful experiments, she completely disliked herself ...

“Nothing,” followed the answer, but, as it seemed to him, this time not on duty, but slightly playful.

- Take? - He asked jokingly, still not hoping for good luck.

- Well, how do you imagine that?

It was an agreement. He immediately felt it.

- He will look at you, time, another ... Wink at him or occasionally cast glances in his direction.

Here you need to say a little bit what kind of couple was sitting at the next table. The man is a well-groomed dark-haired brunette, about thirty-five years old, with something resembling Michele Placido. The woman is petite, well-groomed, a little younger, with very short hair, whose color in the dark was difficult to determine. Dressed both in the evening, but the resort outfit.

He now looked at the woman more closely. In general, nothing unusual, only very fragile, which especially contrasted with her rather impressive gentleman. The pair was French. In any case, they spoke in French.

However, they said rather sluggishly, they looked more at the sea below, far away under the terrace, sometimes they sipped something from their glasses.

As He suggested, the Frenchman, no - no, yes, and he even glanced at Her. At first, as if by chance, then more clearly and more closely looking at. True, having caught His glance, he immediately averted his eyes.

- So what? - He asked again.

“I told you, come on.”

- Well, then let him know that you are also interested.

- Oh well.

Almost immediately the Frenchman glanced again at Her. This time She smiled back.

In the meantime, somehow, unnoticed, the glasses were empty. They ordered again. He is again a cognac, She is this time some fancy cocktail. They sipped again, started talking about something homely.

After a while, a bartender appeared with a bottle of champagne and glasses, spreading in a smile, said that it was a present from the neighbors. They were even slightly confused, but He nevertheless found himself and, with a nod, thanked the donors in the distorted French.

Champagne turned out to be "Madame Clicquot", but after the cognac it was somehow not very good, it would be impolite not to drink it.

It took a little more time, and it was necessary to pay tribute to the hospitality.He called the bartender, said that the gentlemen at the next table drink. It turned out wine. This greatly facilitated the selection of a return gift. On the recommendation of the bartender, he was immediately sent a bottle of red, not from the stocks of World War II, of course, but also, I must say, not the worst, if at all in this hotel there could be anything not hi - class. Sent with an invitation to sit down at their table.

After a couple of minutes (exactly as the bartender took the procedure for extracting wine from the vaults and setting out the proposal), the French, exchanging a couple of phrases, raised their unfinished glasses and, with a gesture showing the bartender to follow them, headed towards him.

On duty in such cases, smiles and words of greeting. A few - in French, and then, of course, in English. Meanwhile, the bartender evaporated.

We met. The man was called Patrice, the woman - Nicole.

A conversation began. I must say, the couple was already pretty drunk. However, they too were not too sober. Therefore, the conversation went very quickly, albeit in a foreign dialect. The French really arrived only today, they themselves turned out to be from the suburbs of Paris, arrived at the weekend. Then they all together complained that They were leaving tomorrow, they repeated several times, what a pity. In general - meaningless phrases about anything, interspersed with silence.

After a while, Nicole said something to her companion, then, smiling, she apologized, got up from the table, and went to the exit. Patrice quickly reacted to their puzzled looks that it's okay - he will be back soon. Then he called the bartender and started telling him something.

Taking advantage of the situation, she switched to Russian and said that, as it seemed to her, the Frenchman stroked Her leg under the table a couple of times, however, was it a conscious movement or just contact, since the tables were small, and there was little space under them she could not say with certainty.

Be that as it may, He chose to act. It seemed to him that until the woman returned, it would be easier to talk about it. With difficulty choosing words in English, wildly apologizing, He asked Patrice if he had heard anything about swing.

“Pardon me,” said Patrice, smiling.

I had to find the words again, but in fact I just had to ask how he would react if Nicole had sex with a foreign man and vice versa. But at the same time I asked him if he would like to have sex with her.

As it turned out later, this was a mistake. No, it’s not a question of whether he wants to have sex with Her, but that, explaining, He placed emphasis on sex, when both partners, with the knowledge of each other, have sex with others, without specifying what they mean - in front of each other friend

Patrice, in response, spoke very vividly about what he would very much like. Moreover, even as soon as they saw them entering the terrace, they exchanged phrases with Nicole on this subject, but did not know how to talk to Them about it. And now he is very happy that the conversation went on its own.

Nicole is back. He noticed how Patrice showed something approvingly to her, Nicole smiled in response.

He was excited by the anticipation that, perhaps, he would have a new woman for Him. There was only one obstacle left - how to persuade Her that all this would happen separately, and not as usual with them - all together in one room. Turning to her, He, choosing the words in his mind, was no less difficult than in English, wanted to start this difficult conversation, when he saw that she was looking at Patrice with a bewildered smile, slightly shaking from time to time. Looking at Patrice, He understood that he, without feeling shy, not with his foot, but stroked her under the table with his hand. All this greatly aroused Him. He looked at Nicole, who looked playfully at Him. Further staying at the table already seemed to everyone a burden.

The first rose Patrice. Without looking at Him, he approached Her, took Her hand, ...