Sometimes it happens, you float yourself at night on a yacht, and there is not a single star in the sky, and the compass has dropped because of rolling. But you do not worry, because you know for sure that soon a small light will appear somewhere far away. He always appears - it is only a matter of time. The main thing is to set the desired speed and continue to swim. And here it is, the very long-awaited lighthouse flickered on the horizon. Now you confidently head for the shore and slowly but surely approaching the end of your voyage. I thought something: take a walk a little bit on the open sea and come back, but everything went on as usual. But the matter is that the damned weather filled the clear sky with clouds. Well, it's okay, nonsense, the main thing is that you already know where to swim. And everything would be fine, but then as the thunder breaks out, the waves will rise, that not only the lighthouse will be lost sight of, but in general you will drown to the devil’s dogs.

So-so allegory. But nothing better came to my mind. Although, at that moment of our physical intimacy with her, I was completely crazy. And she, she knew exactly what she wanted, did everything with the calculation. Only one was wrong. Rather not - made a mistake, and went too far. And after all blame the damned alcohol, clouded our clear minds. But, in fact, I was more drunk from Sophia than from whiskey. Unmatched was a girl: miniature, like a pupa, with lovely forms in white-white skin and a sort of sparkle in green eyes. Yes, she looked with a real fuse, and it is this view that makes a man drooling animal.

I became such an animal, ever since that evening, when I first approached her at a distance of several centimeters from her neck. I then whispered in her ear that of all the girls working in this fitness club, she was the most charming (there were only six of them there, and she held the post behind the reception desk).

“Oh, how sweet it is,” she replied to my compliment, flashing her eyes. - I wonder, do you say the same to other girls?

- No, that you. Only to you.

- And, well, it means, still say.

Here the devil, she has thought to coquet with me. I approached her again, and I already wanted to bite her.

“That's true,” he chanted with deliberate rudeness, concocted with an iron face.

- Well, I will. I am very pleased.

“I would be pleased to talk with you,” I said, immediately grabbing the bull by the horns, as they say.

- That's how. I do not even know what to answer you.

- And do not have to answer. Here are my contacts, just add, we'll talk there.

I gave her a white card, where the URL of my page on the social network was written in black letters.

“Your business card is original,” she said after me.

And after a couple of hours, I found one modest Like on my avatar. The bait came to taste and the prey was practically on the hook. It remains only to patiently extract it from the pond of conventions, which I did, starting a lively correspondence with her.

In the course of the action, I guessed about her own thoughts, as she wrote in many ways and often asked questions. And most importantly, I did not have to wait for her answers, which indicated a clear interest in my person on her part.

Communication through the typing of words very quickly brought us closer to the level of frank confessions. She enthusiastically told about herself, typing with errors, of course - such a problem is not uncommon in our days. And the main theme of the correspondence was her ex-boyfriend, meanly abandoning her in the midst of their relationship.

In fact, not much was required of me, just to agree with all her conclusions and not to forget to ask leading questions, as if showing an extraordinary interest in her life. And she, of course, stuck together.

Due to certain circumstances, I did not have the opportunity to invite Sophia to visit me, and therefore, the next time I saw her in the fitness club, I asked for her finely.

“Do not rush things,” she said.- Let's better start to meet in neutral territory.

“I dare say, Mademoiselle,” I replied, “that we see each other so often on neutral territory.”

“What a sly fellow you are,” she grinned. “But my work is not considered a neutral territory.” Here we do not see each other as lovers.

- Wow! Are you hinting at a date?

- Why not? Or am I mistaken in your intentions?

- Not at all. You just read me!

We agreed to meet on the very first Saturday evening in one of the most popular night places - she wanted to dance. Almost all the time I stood at the bar, sipping whiskey and watching how she rhythmically moved to the music and flickering lights. No, no, she approached me, and then I ordered her a gin and tonic. Then she gave herself back to dancing. She enjoyed herself, she liked the way I looked at her, it turned her on. She generally knew how to please men. And I have long noticed that such girls usually dance cool. Her movements drove me crazy, her eyes attracted, promised something sweet. But I could only watch, because I was not a dancer at all.

“Order me more,” she said, coming up to me.

I asked the bartender to repeat.

“Dance with me,” I heard her voice again.

“I don't know how,” I replied. “It's much more convenient for me to watch you.”

She kissed me on the cheek and walked away. For a moment, I felt the heat of her body. She sweated. I liked it, and I wanted terribly to get hold of it, right there, take me to the toilet and lock myself in the cubicle.

- I want you, Sophia! - I said to her on edge.

“I love you too,” she answered, and winked. - But do not rush things. All will be.

There was a fire inside me, and I decided to pour another batch of whiskey there. This charming beauty, with flowing black hair, gorgeous fat eyebrows, and, in addition, sweating, just promised me sex. I started counting the minutes, like a little child who was promised a toy. Plus, she suggested that I stay with her, which I hoped for.

Soon the fifth or sixth glass of gin and tonic went into circulation. I drank the same amount of liquor. But alcohol didn’t protect me too much, because the testosterone rush from the promise I heard from her mouth just cheered me up. Only now the time was infinite. It seemed that I had to stand all night under the rays of the light-music before we ordered a taxi and went to her abode. It turned out to be a truly romantic nest: the most that neither is - the attic, the attic, which complements the low-rise building with the fourth floor. At the entrance everything was shuffled, the stairs were steep. But inside it is warm and cozy, despite the terrible cramping, downright unnatural cramping.

“Yes, and there are such flats,” said Sophia, apparently catching the course of my thoughts. “I'm not paying much for her.”

Passing a narrow corridor and a kitchenette, we found ourselves in a dark bedroom. I even thought that I was in a dollhouse. But it is fine. But what I saw in the bedroom when Sophia turned on the light, confused me to the very roots of her hair. On the floor and on all the horizontal surfaces of the meager interior were plump candles, which Sophia immediately began to light. Candles were at least two dozen. This I just saw in the movie. But this is not all: the entire floor and bed were covered with rose petals. Wow - what a romance. Did I not have to take on this role?

Sophia clearly prepared, the decision to call me to visit accepted in advance. But what the hell, one wonders, have we killed so much time for this worthless nightclub?

My head was spinning, neither from the wild situation, nor from the violent thoughts. But soon Sofia appeared before her eyes, holding in her hands a bottle of white wine and a corkscrew.

- Can you use it? - she asked coyly.

I silently took the bottle and uncorked it.

“We'll drink from the bottle,” she added. - I want so.

Honestly, I was a little scared by her romantic mood and that sort of harshness in the last sentence: “I want it so much.”I usually said so myself when I wanted to identify myself as a man and a master ...