nodded and slid his eyes over the seductive forms of Chocolates. But all eyes and limited: a black man reached for the headset on the ear, and we headed for the exit.

Quickly we reached the shopping center, climbed to the second floor, and entered the first store of bags. Time was short, so I demanded the most durable and reliable suitcase on wheels, what they only have. I didn’t smile about messing around with luggage, which suddenly had plastic chassis crumbled in the middle of the street.

As a result, we all with the same quick step left the mall, taking with us a sunny yellow plastic suitcase with combination locks for fasteners and with excellent metal chassis. I noted to myself that this color of the suitcase is well combined with the skin of Jess. Will need to buy her more bright things. Yellow, orange, saffron ...

The girl, by the way, was frankly happy with everything that happens. She turned around with curiosity, soaking up the picture of the evening mall, so I sincerely regretted that I had not met her several days earlier. Then I would give her a tour of the whole Jungle, show all the local beauties ... However, in Solary, where my mansion is, there are also a huge number of interesting places, and there I have an excellent Yamaha in my garage. I had already anticipated in advance how Jess would sit in my short dress behind me: hug the waist, touch the upholstery of the motorcycle seat with her bare crotch, press her elastic boobs against my back, and the wind would beat her dress, exposing her legs and a tidy ass .. .

Oh. I felt excited, but there was no time for it. We returned to the hotel, went up to the room, and began to prepare for departure.

In general, I was not prepared for too long. In addition to the backpack with poi and gadgets, I had a small bag, and I threw my underwear, clothes, and raincoat into it. Then he remembered that he ought to put himself in order before the flight, and went to the bathroom. Jess ordered:

- Carefully put your dresses and shoes in a suitcase and wait for me. Soon we will go to the terminal.

Given the mood in which I flew into the Jungle, it is not surprising that I did not pay attention to my appearance for almost a week. I managed to overgrow the bristles of high quality, and my hair was greasy from sweat. So the first thing I did was wash my hair, and then ruthlessly scrub my face with a razor. He left only a centimeter overgrown at the bottom of his chin ... I had worn this small wedge of hair for many years, but I didn’t want to grow a full beard - too much fuss with it. By the way, I also got tired of my long hair over the past ten years, but my hands didn’t get to do anything with them ... It doesn’t matter. I will solve all these questions at home. In the meantime, I completed the task minimum - finally became like a man.

Returning to the room, I found Jess lying on a bed on his stomach and chatting barefoot in the air. She flipped through some silly glossy magazine for girls who always lay on coffee tables in the rooms. And, it seems, he found it interesting. However, it is logical, because she had never seen fashion publications, and on the Web, with all my respect for her, it is impossible to pick everything up so scrupulously and thematically.

Then my eyes fell on the bed sheet. There was still a bloody stain - the memory of how I deprived Jess of virginity. Pancake. I would not like to leave behind it ... material evidence. Well, before the attendants somehow uncomfortable. I'd rather pay an extra couple of credits to the hotel than I will blush later, remembering that I left this sheet here.

- Stand up. - I told Jess. The mulatto immediately threw off the magazine, got out of bed and stared at me. - Oh ... you are so much more coming!

- Without a beard? I think so too. Take these magazines, since you like them so much, read them in the conveyor. And I need to do something else.

I quickly tore the sheets from the bed, making sure that the blood remained only on her. He crumpled a rag soaked in sweat and went into the bathroom. Curious Chocolati reached for me.

- What do you want to do, master?

- I will sleep her, so as not to leave your blood to the hotel.

- But there will be smoke, the alarm will turn on, and then it will take so long ...

- Not. I have one remedy. No smoke and very fast.

I focused, remembering the spell. The surest way is magic. Fast, high quality, with a minimum of consequences. One thing is bad - you need to constantly keep in your mind a bunch of gibberish, so as not to forget at the right moment. In fact, all this Latin (and sometimes Maya or Sumerians) is just a tribute to the tradition,

no special practical load spells do not carry. But Teacher, day after day, made me cram all this tongue-and-white beliderde. Just because it was his teacher who taught his magical science in his time, and him to him. In practice, all magic lies in our own ability to manipulate the energy of the universe. And call on those responsible for its manifestation. For example, the spirits of Fire.

- Ignis Spiritus! Appareas aliquid, quod consumat et ego cum spectem! - I said clearly, folding my fingers in a special mudra. The black onyx stone around his neck was warming, becoming more active, and then began to cool rapidly, giving energy. A couple of seconds later, the crumpled sheet in the bath began to hiss, steam poured from it, then there were obvious signs of charring, and then a powerful orange flame suddenly flared up, engulfing the entire bundle at once. For a second this flame burned, devouring the sheets eagerly, after which it instantly fell, leaving almost nothing behind. Only a miserable handful of ashes, a slight smell of smoke, as if they were smoking about half an hour ago. And that's all.

I turned on the shower, washed the ashes. Sighed. Of course, to call upon the spirit of one of the original elements to burn a bloody sheet is nonsense, idiocy, if not blasphemy. And the Teacher would probably drag me by the ears, if he found out about such a thing. And would be absolutely right. But he also knew from the very beginning that I was a frank bummer. And for sure he knew perfectly well that I would regularly shoot from a cannon on sparrows. Therefore, on the day when he began to teach me how to communicate with official spirits (those who control local natural and natural processes), he said:

“Adrian, if you call on your servants to fulfill your fleeting desires, they may one day be offended and foul of you.” They have a lot of work without you. Therefore, my good advice to you is to regularly coax them with what you can. Arrange expensive sacrifices with ghee, fruit, and grains. Read aloud the ancient mantra. Spirits adore this, especially today, when almost no one gives them all this. Then you will be friends, and they will be happy to help you.

I firmly remembered this simple idea: feed the spirits to use their help. And since then, he has regularly “coaxed” spontaneous servants. And before going to the Jungle, he also made a rather rich sacrifice - he poured several dozen liters of clarified butter on the fire, lit from the sticks of the Sacred Tree, threw several kilograms of grain into the fire, and laid dozens of fruits on the sides of the fire. I sat and read mantras, although I did not understand their meaning and still do not understand. Ideally, I should have invited some ordained priest to the house, but I wasn’t acquainted with any of them. B so far such strictness was not required. Judging by the way the spirit of Fire willingly came to the rescue, my sacrifices quite suited him. I threw it all out of my head, rinsed my hands, and left the bathroom.

- I finished. Are you ready?

- Ready, master.

The girl stood in front of me, as they say, in full readiness. I looked at her critically.She again dressed in a white dress, which was not so little for her, but prompted the outsider to the most depraved fantasies. There are white slates on their feet. I didn’t think about any underwear this afternoon, and it wasn’t. And for some reason I only now realized that I did not want it to be.

“Very good, Jess.” So you will walk. In the dress and without underwear. You don't need it, at least when I'm around.

- Of course, master. - As if she was even surprised. “I would never put it on unless you had your order.” I like to walk naked and without under clothes. It is so exciting!

“Not you alone ...” I grinned. - It’s a pity there is no time, I would show you how it all excites me. But we really have to go. Let's go.

We left the room, I closed the door and called the elevator. The receptionist at the bottom had already changed, so I only briefly welcomed the next black guy and attached my card to the terminal for payment. This symbolized the calculation for the whole week.

- Thank you for your stay in our hotel! Hope you enjoyed it! We wish you a good journey and hope to see you again and again! - Kindly said the Negro behind the counter. Clearly memorized phrase, but they were all drilled before interception on duty, so that the receptionist physically could not do without such a farewell.

- Happily. “I quit shortly, and Jess and I turned towards the exit. There we were already waiting for a taxi with a punctual driver.