of her mornings

A strange, impossible, unimaginable thing: in bed with Liza - Travis, a dark-skinned bad man who sought, sought, and still achieved his own.

And he is the gentle angel of her night ...

To combine them together she did not succeed, despite all the efforts.

The angel evaporated with the night. But Travis himself was suddenly different: cheerful and smiling, like the morning sun in the window.

At first, Lisa was pondering how she would stick with him, but very soon she spat on all Hamlet questions. It was easy for her, as if she knew Travis ... well, at least from kindergarten.

He took her to school, and Liza went in there, flashing the most dazzling smile that these walls had ever seen.

Singing "Ocean Soul", she sent him to class and, dancing, went to the teacher's room to sign.

“Liza,” the director lisped, staring at her sweetly. - Our young talent, clever, beautiful ...

- Komsomolskaya Pravda, athlete ... - picked up the corners.

Lisa flushed, becoming even more dazzling, and, giggling, rushed to the lesson.

When she entered, the students burst out:

- Yyyyyyy! Congratulations! Congratulations! ..

- With what? - Lisa froze.

- With the first sex! Travis told us everything! Congratulations! Was it nice to you? Did you get an orgasm? It was very painful?..

“Wait,” Slowly, Lisa was talking about the stores. - Travis told you that I had my first sex?

- Well yes! That he fulfilled all your requirements, and you did not deceive him, because you keep your word ...

“I just couldn’t share it with my friends,” said Travis, shining like a lacquered mirror. - I'm so happy!

- Stop. Did you boast that you fucked me? Yes?

“Well ... I just couldn't keep it to myself.” “I was bursting,” Travis explained, changing his face a little.

“He lied,” Lisa said.

The class fell silent.

“He lied,” she repeated, smiling contemptuously. “Why would I fuck with ... some African American?”

“You ... you ...” Travis gasped. - Honestly, she slept with me! I am not lying!

“You're lying,” Lisa laughed angrily, even though she wanted to cry. - You're lying, you're lying, you're lying! I did not sleep with you.

- You ... you are racist! Shouted Travis. - You're a traitor! Fuck you! - and, jumping up from behind the desk, ran out of the classroom.

“We will continue the lesson,” said Lisa in a trembling voice, as his tramp subsided outside the door. - Let someone tell me about his favorite story of Chekhov ...

***

“Racist? Well, wait a minute, ”she thought, returning home.

Merry Christmas stalls piled around. “Mulled Wine”, “Orthodox Book”, “Everything for Artists” ...

Suddenly a strange thought occurred to her.

Going to the counter, Lisa stared at the rows of brushes and paints of all colors of the rainbow. Then she asked:

- Do you have very big banks? ..

The next morning, having washed and taken a shower, she sat in front of the mirror and took out her purchases: a big-bellied can of black acrylic paint, a brush and a sponge.

Long looked at them, not daring to do anything.

Then, languishing from tickling in the nerves (the same was when she stole cookies in childhood), she opened the can and sniffed it. She took a brush and held it for a long time, as if she did not understand how to use it. Finally, she decided: dunked the tip into the paint and brought it to her face.

She froze again, staring in horror at the shiny brush. Then, screaming, smeared his cheek.

The paint flowed over her chin, Lisa squealed again and frantically began to smear the bloody drop, immediately painting over half of her face. Reached the eyes and stopped.

“We need to check how it washes off,” she told herself.

"Ah! ... it's late ..." - the imp roared to her, tickling her nerves.

The paint began to flow again, and Lisa, spitting on everything, blacked out the rest of her face, smearing her hair. Then, shivering from tickling her nerves, she closed her eyes and painted over her eyelids. Blinked, looked in the mirror.

From there, the ebony monster with bulging squirrels looked at her. Deciding that there was no one to be shy, Lisa screamed like a pig, undressed naked and again dipped her brush into the paint ...

It was fun, creepy and very strange - to paint yourself as lifeless.The paint evenly and beautifully lay down on the skin, making it anthracite black and velvety, like expensive fabrics. Lisa did not stop until she painted over everything that she had seen, including folds in the ears, in the intimate corner and between the fingers. Then, on reflection, I painted the soles and heels. Then she went to the bath, splashed paint in her hands and, as she could, spread it on her back, bottom and legs.

There was still a lot of paint, and Liza, having sent everything to hell with the dog, poured it on her head and kneaded it in her hair for a long time in order to paint every curl. Her famous mane was turning into a tow, but Liza had a tooth on her for a long time, and she gloated - “that's what you need! ...”

When not a single shred remained on it, Lisa carefully climbed out of the bathroom and, trying not to smudge the walls, went to the mirror.

From there, she looked at her ugly shiny features with black moss instead of hair.

It was much, much worse than she thought. Squeaking in horror, Lisa danced and arched in front of the mirror, admiring the black gloss of her body. Then she took out a hair dryer, dried all of herself - and when she was convinced that she wasn’t getting dirty, she put on her clothes and decently went to work.

- What's the matter? Is there a law that prohibits such makeup? - she tried to ask the guard. He was forced to miss it.

“I wonder if Travis came or not?” She mused, approaching the class. In two days, thirty-seven unanswered calls had accumulated from him. - “Cattle. Will know "racist" ... "

“Hello,” she entered the class with dignity. - What's the matter? Something is wrong? Are you confused by something? I hope you are not racist, and skin color doesn't matter to you?

Travis was there. Holding his gaze, Lisa continued:

- Yesterday, Dave, Sarah and Anthony perfectly answered my questions about Russian literature. Therefore, I keep my promise.

The class froze.

“Please give me all your gadgets, like last time,” said Lisa, including the camera.

When a pile of elite pieces of iron had accumulated on the table, she went to the middle of the class, turned to face the students, hooligan grinned at Travis and began to undress.

“No,” shouted Travis. - Do not!

- What is not necessary? - Lisa asked unpleasantly, taking off her blouse.

“I don't want others to see you!”

“But I promised,” she pouted black lips.

Feral, cruel shamelessness struck her in the head. She never thought it was so nice and so scary to take off the pants in front of two dozen people.

With nothing left on her, Travis lowered his head to the table. The hushed class was bewilderingly buzzing, looking at the glossy black body of its teacher.

“As you can see, I’m a real racist,” said Lisa, holding back tears, who had come from no one from where she came from. - You can verify this and inspect me more carefully. Yes, and you remember - I promised to give you a draw on myself. Draw, do not be shy! ..

She pulled out a box of gouache, specially reserved for this case, and a bunch of brushes from her bag. Then she walked slowly through the rows, shaking her hips.

Left and right, her eyes were devoured by young guys who could reach out to her with their hands, could paw, squeeze her, knock her down on the floor and do whatever she pleases with her ...

But no one touched her. Embarrassedly giggling, several people approached the table where the gouache stood, opened the cans and looked inquiringly at Lisa.

- Here I am. Draw, - she walked over to them and framed her chest, glancing at Travis. He was still sitting, not looking at her.

Three brushes touched Liza at once, leaving color stripes on the blackened skin. It was ticklish and strange. So strange that she did not even understand whether she liked it or not. Perhaps she would have liked it if it were not for Travis, who was sitting flat on his head, like a rock. She looked not so much at the brushes that turned her into a motley palette, as at her ...

New artists joined the three artists. Soon Lisa was surrounded by a dense wall, and she was from head to foot in bright divorces, like a tropical butterfly. The tension passed, and the people chatted merrily, describing it from all sides.

She had not seen Travis. Ten brushes, sliding on it, have entered it into a strange trance. Painted Lisa wanted to flutter in the air, as if she really was a butterfly.

What was next was deposited in her head in separate scenes. The soul did not have time to feel them, hanging like an old computer ...

The class door opened and two strangers entered first, followed by the director.

“And this is one of our best professionals, Miss Kanavkina, working according to a special methodology ... God, what is this?”

The director stared at the completely naked Lisa, who would not have known herself if she had looked into the mirror.

- Perhaps this is a special technique of Miss Kanavkina? One of the strangers asked.

“Exactly,” came a voice from the far corner.

Everyone turned back there.

“Exactly, sir,” said Travis, coming up to them. - Today we have a performance on the theme “No to racism!” Miss Lisa, covering herself with black paint, showed that she has no prejudice against skin color, and we should express our creative attitude to this problem with the help of body art. The symbolic meaning of performance is that under any skin color there is a bright colorful personality that we have to reveal in ourselves ...

“An original and very effective technique, I suppose,” said the same stranger.

“At the same time, sir,” Travis continued, “during the performance we communicate only in Russian.” Personality development is combined with language training ...

- “Mi lubim Liza”, “Lisa the best teacher ...” - read another stranger colored inscriptions dazzling on Liza’s body. - Great! Nice! I admire your technique, Miss Kanavkina! We have heard about you and your successes. I am Dr. Charles Denton, Rector of Case University in Cleveland, Ohio. And this is my colleague, Dr. Neil Brooklyn, a specialist in intensive development. I will be glad to invite you ...

Naked, painted from head to toe, Lisa looked at the glossy professors, who invited her to study for free in one of the best universities in America, and bit her lips brutally so as not to cry and not laugh.

Travis was standing nearby, looking into her face ...

***

He washed her the rest of the day and all night.

The paint began to descend only when Lisa was acid in the hot tub. Travis sat beside her and continuously drove a soapy sponge over her skin and hair. It was so nice that Lisa closed her eyes and disappeared into nowhere.

The realization that she had done just started to come to her. From time to time, Lisa sometimes screamed with burning shame, then began to laugh hysterically.

“It was just awesome,” Travis told her again. - Cool doctors from Case, and next is a mysterious creature from the planet Trubidu ...

“Stop it,” Lisa whined and laughed. “I don’t know how to live now.” If not for you, I probably would have died.

- And if not you ...

Travis leaned over and kissed her soapy nipples.

He did not know how to talk about the main thing either in Russian or in English, but he knew that Lisa understood him.

And Liza knew that he knew that.

Half an hour later, she, steaming up to the red, bent under the caresses of the very same angel who appeared to her the night before last.

“I am doing this the second night in my life,” she thought, “and I feel so good. What will be next?..."