Sitting in the lobby of the hotel, Liza enjoyed the peace and quiet, half asleep indulging in florid reflections on trivia. For the past three days, the resort, she has already developed a certain routine, life is clearly moving along a given track, and no surprises were expected.

An early rise in the alarm clock, a light breakfast, sunbathing on the beach in the company of another fascinating book. Then lunch, an hour - two days of sleep, again the beach, dinner, evening walk, and a chaste night.

Such a pastime was customary and well-established for her, as usual loneliness itself, with which she had long since come to terms, lived and reconciled.

The first time after the divorce, Lisa worried, pined for the man’s shoulder, tried to find options for herself, fall in love and make a new life. The problems she faced were known, driven, banal to the edge.

Unmarried men - the same age, in flight from the imminent midlife crisis, more often preferred young girls. Those men who were older, due to physiology, did not interest Lisa herself.

There were painfully few promising options, and therefore, unsuccessfully huddling at the brides market, the subtle and romantic Lisa, if she did not give up hope, but hid, preferring to go with the flow, waiting for a miracle.

Suspiciously looking at a large company of men who had just arrived, getting enough sleep from the bus, like peas from an overripe pod, Liza, with slight annoyance, noted that she was unlikely to meet the handsome prince among them.

- Do not have time to come, and already all drunk! - the woman thought with disapproval, having properly adjusted her skirt, so that she would not needlessly show her slender, sun-dark legs to anyone.

Men resembled a motley, variegated, robbery band that returned from the raid and was starved for the most unpretentious worldly pleasures, consisting of excessive drinking, and promiscuous sex.

- Uraaa !!! We are on vacation !!! - the friendly, bass chorus burst out.

Liza wanted to turn away so as not to attract undue attention to herself, but one of the men had already noticed her and rushed straight to the table at which she was sitting.

- Beautiful Lison! Is that you! He cried, so loudly that Liza almost jumped in surprise.

As if mocking, fate suddenly, at once, managed to push Liza exactly with the person she had thought about, dreamed of, recalled over the past twenty years.

Yes, it was he, her former classmate Pasha, who personified Lisa’s first love, romantic, but sinful at the same time, because it was with this man that she had once lost her innocence, and experienced all those entrancing passions and experiences that nobody gave her in the future.

Smart, educated, intelligent men who later replaced Paschka were interesting, wonderful, but did not have a boorish charm or negative charm, and unwittingly lost to their former classmate, although Liza never wanted to admit it.

- Pavlik? Oh my God! You? Here? From where This is incredible! - Lisa blinked in surprise.

The strength of one's own excitement and the surging emotions of an unexpected meeting were a discovery for her, and in a strange way stirred the consciousness.

*****

After dinner, Lisa closed in the room. Unclear, vague premonitions tormented her, filled every corner of the soul, disturbed and disturbed.

Opening the book, the woman with all her strength tried to plunge into reading. Nothing worked. She diligently ran her eyes on the next page, conscientiously flipped through it, and only then realized that she did not catch a single line from the read. This went on for more than an hour.

When there was a knock at the door, Lisa became nervous, worried, panicked, like a schoolgirl on the eve of the first exam.

- Lison, open up! I know you are here! Let's chat! Just sit and talk! After all, such a meeting is a gift of fate! - Pavel insinuatingly asked her.

- Pasha, I feel bad. A terrible headache. Went to bed. Be sure to talk tomorrow, - tried to resist Lisa.

In her heart a woman already knew that he would not leave. Paul’s perseverance has always been akin to a tank attack, easily sweeping away any fortifications and obstacles in his path, and disappear, even with time such a trait could not.

“In the end, I have no reason to behave like a turtle hiding under the shell,” a woman scolded herself for inappropriate behavior. - Pasha wants to just sit. And nice to chat. What's bad about it!

Subconsciously, Lisa felt her own cunning. The insidious, treacherous temptation, combined with Paul’s perseverance, brought with it a predictable result. But openly admit that an adult, thirty seven-year-old, chaste woman is afraid of her own desires, Lisa did not want to.

In the end, she conceded. An innocent, friendly conversation in the room, an ordinary chatter, no non-binding memories, all this did not last long, exactly until the moment when Paul grabbed her into his arms.

Paul always knew how to kiss. So, as no one, neither before him nor after. Lisa instantly melted away from his demanding lips, and strong male hands did not leave the way back.

How much does a lonely woman need for more than a year without intimate relationships, constantly tormented by sexual hunger and inner, carefully hidden from all passions.

Paul's rabid attack bound Lisa. Raz: and he impetuously razderbanil her chaste wrap-around robe, feeling the warmth and softness of his breasts with his palms. Two: and in one motion he dealt with her silk panties, tightly fitting a fleshy ass. Three: and a woman tipped onto her back felt a member who had entered between her thighs.

- How easy and simple he took possession of me! - thought Lisa detachedly to herself, wriggling under Pavel. - How wonderful it is! - she squealed, clasping a man with long legs.

After, they embraced. Lisa was looking for, but could not find a way to fully express her gratitude to Paul for the enthusiastic feeling she had experienced, and therefore only diligently covered the male body with tender kisses.

- What a wonderful you are! She whispered to the man, feeling like a charmed princess, while he slyly laughed under his breath.

“Lison, do you have a drink in your room?” - Pavel asked, while she was rubbing against him like a domestic cat.

“I used to buy a bottle of whiskey for work colleagues in a dute,” Lisa answered uncertainly.

- Buy another one on the way back. Get it! - Pavel was already looking for a “drink” in her minibar.

Feeling rejuvenated by twenty years, happy, carefree, desired, Lisa did not think about giving up. She never knew how to drink, she knew about it, but now she wanted a holiday.

- I deserved a long time to be slightly frivolous. In the end, unless our meeting, and the attraction to which we, adults, serious people, succumbed so swiftly, do not deserve to be noted, thought Lisa, sipping from her glass.

As is often the case with non-drinkers, alcohol seized her mind quickly, imperceptibly, unexpectedly, unpredictably and unconditionally.

*****

Over the years, Paul noticed strange changes in himself. Its inherent ease in seducing women, more and more often, which is why it didn’t please, but rather, annoyed, causing an obscure, inner frustration.

No, he, of course, was not opposed to the fact that women were inferior to him, but the speed in achieving the inevitable result slightly warped.

After an unsuccessful marriage, having inscribed the motto “all women of hell” on his coat of arms, he would have been happy to be deceived, but most women inevitably failed the test of chastity, causing this in a man mixed feelings, where complacency coexisted with annoyance.

The fact that Lisa did not find the strength to break even a couple of nights destroyed ...