near me and stroked my belly with her delicate little hand. Through the cracks left by me at night, a bright ray of the sun penetrated. “I thought you were dead,” Salina said with a shiver in her voice. - you see, I was for the first time in my life stronger than a man. I felt you all the way to the end, I even looked at the juice that you poured into me. He is very mixed with mine. Do you want me to show you? She jumped off the couch and, taking a rosette from the table, brought it to my eyes. there a thick liquid trembled with turbid reflections. “Here you and I are together,” Salina whispered enthusiastically. - I will keep it all my life. We are now husband and wife. I will never let you go from me for a minute. You will not need any women, I will replace them all alone. I was melting under the tide of stormy happiness. Contemplating naked Salina, I was once again convinced of the perfection of her sweet and tender beauty. “Sali, I have to go to Cologne after all,” I said guiltily. “No, never,” anger flashed in her eyes. - But, my dear, do not need to be angry. It does not depend on me. I was sent with a very important order of the company. It is a matter of special secret importance, the failure of which threatens me with death. do you want to be killed? I glanced at my watch. It was 7 hours and 20 minutes. There was not much more than two hours before the departure of the steamer. I quickly got dressed, kissed my new wonderful wife and rushed to the hotel. She didn’t come to the steamer. I waited in vain at the ramp before leaving. I did not know what happened to her and still can not believe that she deceived me. But it was the last meeting with an earthly woman with whom I lived and which left an indelible impression in my memory. Fate, obviously, sent it to me to show how insignificant her sweets were compared to what women prepared for me to card. The stranger was completely drunk. His tongue curled and his head bowed to the table in irresistible slumber. I was touched by his unsophisticated story, and I decided to by all means find out what was next. But he could not say anything, he was almost asleep. I quickly wrote a note in which I gave my address, name and surname, I wrapped a few dollars in it and put it in my pocket.

Chapter 3

In the morning we had to sail to London, but because of the detected failure of the blade of the right propeller, our stay in Amsterdam was delayed for several days. It did not upset me at all. I could not wait to hear the continuation of the fairy tale of a stranger, and, as I was about to go to the bar, I was hailed from the deck. I went out. “A ragged fellow awaits you at the ramp,” the sailor told me. I looked over the side and saw my night storyteller, waving a hand to him affably. He answered me the same. I came down to him. We shook hands like friends. “Sorry,” said my new acquaintance, I drank it yesterday. It's good that you left your address, otherwise I would have lost you! And I want to tell you the whole story to the end, you are a very good listener. “If you don’t mind, I told him, we will take my friend Dick with us, he is a decent guy, a Canadian.” We will go to some hotel. there for a bottle of good wine you tell us the rest, okay? He thought a little and agreed. I ran for Dick and a few minutes later we all three occupied a small, cozy room in a quiet port hotel. After two glasses of good cognac, Ram - that was the name of the cardholder - he continued his story. - A small but high-speed French electric ship “St. Augustine” carried me away from the radiant shore of Algeria and from my wonderful love. Inexpressible melancholy and foreboding of something unkind have pressed my heart. For a second I could not forget Salina, and all the time I recalled my last night to the smallest details. Tears of resentment and jealousy clouded my eyes.Standing at the stern, I peered intently at the receding shore, hoping to see at least a glimpse of the heart of a woman who had fascinated me. The shore disappeared in a sultry haze, but I still saw its vague outlines born by my imagination for a long time. Locked in my cabin, I decided not to go anywhere until we arrived in Marseille. The day passed in torment. In the evening I went for a walk on the deck. It was a wonderful weather. All poured up. I looked at women with discharges and they all seemed to me colorless and uninteresting. My thoughts were full of salina. I was sick of it. At half past eleven I returned to my cabin and lay down on the sofa without undressing. I seem to have dozed off. Woke up from knocking on the door. - Who's there? - to you women, - a man’s voice answered from behind the door. I did not want to see any women, but it was not polite not to answer, voices sounded muffled behind the wall. I opened the door and backed away in amazement. In front of me, in all the splendor of her magnificence, she stood, proudly bending the camp, lady, like two peas in a pod that resembled an ace of honey. - Can I get you? She asked, smiling slyly.

With a silent gesture, I invited her to enter. The lady thanked someone outside the door and entered. “Have you slept yet?” - she removed the white muslin mask from her face and threw it on the table. - So go to bed early just out of boredom. Are you bored? “Yes, I'm bored,” I replied, not quite politely, trying not to look at her.

I was annoyed by this masquerade. I was quite sure that all this was tweaked and did not allow the thought that she was really a woman from the map. - Who are you? - I? She looked at me and, putting her hands behind her head, assumed such a posture that I no longer doubted. - I'm an ace of hearts! She answered calmly.

I had a blur in my eyes. What kind of obsession? Did a Hindu speak the truth? Maybe this is a dream? I pinched my hand. It hurt. And the more I was aware of the reality of what was happening, the more enveloped was a vague presentiment of some unhappiness. And, despite the unearthly beauty of the night visitor and her unusual, defiant outfit, I, apart from the feeling of fear, did not feel anything. She gave me a hand. - Let's get acquainted. What is your name?

I was afraid to give her my hand and moved away from her even more, but I called my name. - What's wrong with you? - She was surprised. “Why have I scared you so much?” Maybe you think I'm an inanimate statue and cold as a frog? You're wrong. Give your hand and I will prove that my hot is yours. Touch my chest and you will feel my heart beating. Kiss me and you will understand that I am a woman ... - Well, what are you? - Do not. - you feel unwell? You are pale! Did you have anything at home? - There is nothing. And yet, maybe it happened.

She sat down on the sofa and looked at me with compassion. - Poor, how can you help? Drink wine, it cleans the head well from extraneous thoughts. “Listen,” I turned to her, trying to be more polite. - you could not be so kind as to leave me. I have no desire to see anyone, much less a woman.

She raised her eyebrows in surprise and a sweet smile flew from her lips. - Well, what, we will sit like that? She asked quietly.

I glanced at her ... And shuddered at the passion that had seized me.

She was lying naked on the couch, stretching her legs, right in her shoes and her fingertips pulling at the nipples of her breasts. Only half-open eyes and half-opened lips spoke without words about the pleasure that she was delivering to herself. - What are you doing? Are you not ashamed of you? ... I exclaimed, unable to contemplate this anymore.

She turned to me and looked with surprised eyes. - You said - ashamed? Are you talking to me? - she sat on the sofa and took the defiant pose, exposing me to meet small, but resiliently protruding breasts with pointed nipples. - Are you not ashamed to eat sweets? You are pleased. Why can I be ashamed? I am pleased to.

Not at all embarrassed, she stroked her breast, her hands slipped on her stomach, then smoothly walked over her thighs and joined her pubic hair .... Read more →