Angelica was father's daughter. Spoiled, crazy and selfish.

Maybe her father or mother called her by that name, inspired by the books of Ann and Serge Golon. Maybe it was fashionable at the time, but for the fashion all run unconditionally, but the name went to her bright appearance. Her character was like that of Father Luther King; - Indulgences abolish everywhere, and the eternal grace and ambrosia under the tree, just me.

Blond hair with pretty curls, blue, wide-open eyes, looking openly and cheerfully at the white light, a mouth with a cherry, which she puffed out of insult that she did not get momentary happiness in the form of a gift. Long legs, who loved to knock on the floor at the hour capricious, slender handles, in general, sheer emotion and swan song.

Over the years, burnt on milk, blew on water. She could mimic like a salamander in a tree. Taile offense for a long time. If it was an easy option, only jokes of an evil character, spoken by a beautiful mouth with lightning speed, were echoes of a past storm.

But, if it was a hurt insult. That long was preparing revenge, according to plan and in stages, and then suddenly snatched a snake. Shock, pain, oblivion and a break in relations not only with her, but with her surroundings, was the result of revenge. For some, it was God's deliverance and the opportunity to start a new life, someone suffered for a long time, whined, humiliated and clung to the wreckage of a wrecked ship. Lika could forgive an incident, but for her opponent a life of six began, woven from humiliation and resentment.

With Alex she met at the club. It was a beautiful summer evening, she went to the terrace to catch her breath and take a breath of fresh air after wild dances. All such mannered, with a glass of champagne in hand, blond hair developed in time with the light breeze that flew alongside on a golden snowboard. The night sky looked into her face, thawed fallen stars, like ice cream, lit up with purple. The Milky Way, in general, everything was beautiful, in the best traditions of Hollywood melodramas. A long, blue dress sparkled in the cool spring air.

Alex, leaning his elbows on the railing, looked down at the neon of the big city and thought. What men think is unknown. They, in principle, have one thought and it is difficult to guess.

- Fascinating, is not it? Everything seems small and unnecessary, - Alex waved his hand to the constellation Cygnus.

“Not in himself, apparently. But, dressed stylishly, without excessive pretentiousness. Good.

And said:

- You're right. At such moments you feel small. Game of gods and variations of our life.

- Alexander, - came up and introduced himself, she extended her hand, he kissed her.

- Angelica, but you can just Lika, - she smiled gently.

“How did such a beautiful girl end up on a dusty terrace?” Apparently, your gods heard my prayer, - he smiled broadly, and immediately became more beautiful.

He inspired confidence, wanted to throw himself on his neck and just breathe softly, looking at the world behind him.

Lika laughed loudly and shook a finger:

- They caught it, right here on this nonsense. My friends and I just celebrate Friday. I could come up with something like a birthday, a second month of pregnancy, or a bachelorette party, but you had better tell the truth.

- I suggest to run away.

She looked into his eyes, as if trying to make sure of the seriousness of intentions, and replied:

- And let's!

He stretched out his hand, she and his strong handshake sealed this union.

Running out into the cool of April, leaving behind the familiar circle of friends and cares, plunged into each other, blinded by the power of hope and faith, love.

They walked around the evening city, holding hands and laughing. Ran into an old cafe, working late into the night. They drank burning coffee, kissed and laughed like children.He looked at her with a loving glance, she was surprised, not believing all that had happened to her on this magical night, meekly.

Jumping out of the cafe, he hugged her and, looking into his eyes, asked:

- Extend the weekend?

She did not think long:

- Yes, - breathing and low voice.

- Paris?

A minute of silence, as if she was considering a sudden offer to get married in a noisy cafe, to the roar of a coffee machine and the talk of those present about anything.

- Yes, - surprised look, was replaced by adoration.

Flower shop at this late hour was open. As if he knew and specifically caught these two couples. Most likely, there was a receipt of goods.

- Close your eyes and count to 56.

- Ok, but why 56?

- Spontaneously from the head.

The seller turned wearily at the ringing of the bell. Seeing Alex come in, happy and confused, she smiled sweetly and her face blossomed. Not the first youth, not too beautiful, a little plump, but thanks to a smile it turned into a lush and juicy rose that flies around in one hour, just a smile goes out.

- Good night, or morning, I confess confused. I have the most beautiful bouquet. My girlfriend is standing with eyes closed and waiting impatiently, - he smiled charmingly.

- Good night, I can offer tulips. They just brought.

She took a bouquet of tulips. They were white-red and purple colors, their buds opened a little, but it is obvious that with the onset of the day, the flowers will create a sensation with their beauty and fragility.

- Thank you, wrap.

Running out of the store, Alex caught up with Lika. Ladoshki lay in his eyes, and she swayed to the beat of the account.

“The most beautiful girl of this city,” he presented flowers, bright framed in brown paper.

She gasped, and he covered her mouth with his kiss. They kissed for a long time and passionately, like freshmen, standing on the cobblestone pavement of the city. Then Alex called a taxi and drove Lika home:

- Tomorrow at 9.00, or rather, today, be ready for departure. I'll pick you up.

- Of course.

He kissed her swollen lips.

And then there was Paris and the first sex.

Alex rented a room in the Radisson. The room is small, cozy and beautiful view from the window.

Only a happy couple came into the room, and the doorman left, as they pounced on each other. A light spring breeze flutters white curtains, the sun's rays scatter around the room, play with golden colors, like real jugglers, splash in the face and wink at bunnies, the hum of French cars; - Parrrdon, Lyamur, Tugur, areavuar.

Paris is a huge fruit spilling its seeds of love around; cafe and bright ties, dry wine and a cigarette, "what time is it", ladies' fingers and warm rugs, Eiffel Tower on tripods, poker chips and soft hips, Champs Elysees and the subtle smell of Chanel, an evening highlighted by bright lights and singing, soft accent .

He speaks to her so quietly that no one hears "I love you." They tear the clothes off of each other, she flies and settles on the backs of the chairs, armrests, beds and the floor. The white blanket is crumpled, and on it is Lika, naked and beautiful. He looks at the hillocks of the breasts with a dark pink cherry on the end, and grabs one by mouth. Pulls it off and enjoys the moment when she frowns and looks at him in surprise, trembling with excitement. He gently strokes the second hand, saying:

- You are so Beautiful.

Through her closed eyelids, she answers hoarsely to him:

“I want you all, madly,” the body arches forward.

He licked her nipple, sucked in and released. He began to write the runes on her chest, then the tummy, the navel, where he stopped as a mountain spring in front of an obstacle, drank happiness and rushed down to the river of oblivion to dissolve in it.

He lifted her long legs, spread them to the sides and a pink shell, framed by silky hairs, played with mother of pearl lips, teasing and beckoning his mouth, caressing his eyes and hypnotizing his pure joy. With greed, he ran his tongue over them, they began to play, starting to move, the juices that spoke to them earlier, were drunk instantly. The beast, withered with thirst, crouched at the source of water.He drank slowly, knowing that one. He went over to the berry and began to bite her softly, lurking hidden secrets in the female