Looking in the eyes.
My colleague Herman was the conqueror of the ladies. When personal computers were still new, we wrote a program for accounting and went to the site to install it and train users. So, I don’t remember the case that Geric stayed alone on these trips. If there was no candidacy in the accounting office, he immediately met in a hotel, restaurant or just on the street. They were not prostitutes, no. Lovely decent women who suddenly removed their roof from Gerich.
I was then free from family bonds and would not give up an easy adventure, but something adventure avoided me. Hermann replied that neither the appearance nor the words play a role, but it is only important to look a woman in the eyes. But apparently my eyes did not have the magical power needed.
The mission to Odessa did not take place. I came alone. The accountants rarely turned out to be dumb chickens and scratched from the computer. The rules of the Ukrainian bill did not coincide with our idea of them, we had to run the program all Saturday. But I was paid for that.
I went to sea on Sunday. I managed to forget the swimsuits in Moscow and thought about going to buy new ones when I saw a nudist beach. After bathing, he discovered that there were men of varying degrees of friction heating the pulse nearby, and few female bodies could hardly be seen behind five rows of pulses. True naturists will say that joy should be obtained from union with nature, not from looking at naked babies. I know, but I was upset anyway.
Suddenly my neighbors stood far away: She was on our side. The Queen of the Beach. Almost a model figure, wearing only a hat and sunglasses. Bronze marble without white spots, so it’s not the first time here. Directly I felt how the men came out with fluids, prompting her to choose a place closer.
The Queen stood next to me:
Is it free here?
I sneezed, trying not to burn, that is, not to watch.
“I am Xusha,” she said after an uncomfortable silence. Kesha is Kesha. I nodded again, taking my eyes away from the place where there was no plush shirt at all.
“I always go here with a friend,” the queen continued, “and today she couldn’t. One is so unpleasant, everyone clothes straight with their eyes. I’m not dressed, I’m dressed, but you know. They won’t be close to you.
The last sentence sounded ambiguous. Whether she saw in me a macho and a defender, or, on the contrary, a harmless cloud in my pants. Without the pants. I replied that I was very happy, and I can not be wiped out, but called by name, and I am a familiar person, was on a nudist beach at my home in Moscow (of how). There was a conversation about nudism, weather and Odessa sights.
The first rule of behavior on the naked beach coincides with German’s will: look in the eyes. I tried, but my eyes were constantly sliding down, and especially even lower. Khushcha freely changed poses, and only the previous experience of nudism prevented me from breaking the second rule: not showing interest in what you will not see on a regular beach.
Why did this bird of happiness choose me? I am not beautiful. Now I can be proud that for my age I was still old, and then I barely pulled on the road. There was a song in my head about the incident on the beach: “The beautiful 17-year-old, beautiful and white, suddenly began to dress up to the naked.” Further, it was told how the entire beach did not take her eyes off, "and afterwards it turned out that the girl was not at all for the sun in what her mother gave birth": while she distracted, her accomplices stole things. Per my queen is just breaking up a traveller?
Kesha got the cards. Clearly, now a boring citizen will come, will offer to play a preference or a small point and unnoticedly divide me into cowards. There were no cowards, but you understand. But no, no one approached, we both played as fools without any bets. In the footsteps of Khushina’s bag appeared a bottle of morsa and stinking homemade cakes. Of course, the cakes are not with a clowner. I courageously refused and pressed the Chebureques from the boulevard.
So I moved from contemplation to suspicion until the sun colored my unburned parts in a gentle pink color. A little more, and tomorrow we will have to portray Comrade Saakov in court: “Sit down” – “Thank you, I will stand.” I began to dress. The decisive moment has come: if she remains sunny alone, the adventure is over. If you go off the beach with me, everything is possible.
She went. At the exit I offered to dinner together, there is a good restaurant near my hotel.
“I have affairs,” the queen said in such a tone that it became obvious: affairs can wait. I am not dressed for a restaurant. Maybe tomorrow?
– No, you’ll all shut up, I honestly assured. And tomorrow I will have a much less pleasant conversation with the accountants. I thought that Odessa was an intelligent city, but I did not meet such impenetrable fools like here. Incredible, where did they get them from?
I hadn’t expected Xusha to be such a patriot of his hometown. I won't say that she changed her face because I still didn't look into her face: she was above me, plus my heels, my look was headed toward a cut of saraphan. But the intonation left no doubt that she was deadly offended. He said goodbye and jumped into the tram. Another adventure escaped me, I don’t know why.
The next morning I heard from the hallway one of the chickens fighting with the headbuckle.
He went to the fucking mother. She whispered. I will not teach this idiotic program, I will not understand anything anyway. Better be fired.
The whisper went into normal speech, and then I recognized the voice. Yes, it turned out that the Queen of the Beach Xusha and the chicken accountant Oksana are the same person. I don’t remember the faces, but you understand. “Hello, I’m Xusha” on the beach was not a performance, but a reminder of myself. And she did not divorce me, and was not afraid to continue the acquaintance with the dispatched moscovite. If only this mosquito did not prove to be a hopeless fool.
Gerry was right. The woman needs to look in the eyes.