He said, "I like many women, I can't be the only one".
She smiled in response.
He said, "I'm alone, I'm free and don't owe anyone anything".
She lit a cigarette and looked down.
He said, "I like women who understand me and appreciate my freedom."
She grinned and blew a stream of smoke.
He said, "let's have a good time, I like you."
She extinguished the cigarette and looked him in the eye.
He realized that she had no objection.
He said, "you must Have had a lot of men?"
She hugged him harder and pressed herself against him.
He asked, "You okay with me?"
She closed her eyes and kissed him.
Departing in the morning, he said, "Everything was great, but let it remain between us."
She reached out and brushed an invisible speck of dust from his shoulder.
He said, "I'll call you."
She nodded and slammed the door.
He called the evening of the same day.
She wasn't home.
He phoned her cell late at night.
It is allowed to come in a week.
He said, "Well, you had a good time without me?"
She smiled and offered him coffee.
He called her almost every day.
She sometimes does not pick up the phone.
He came to her when she allowed.
She didn't explain why the invitations were so rare.
He realized that he wanted to be with her.
He was nervous, when she didn't answer the phone.
He got very angry when he learned that she was seen with the other.
He wanted about their relationship, knew everything.
She was against it.
He wished she was his alone.
He came to her with a huge bouquet of red roses.
She took the flowers, but asked not to come without an invitation.
He wanted to ask her to be his wife.
She said: "I in itself".
He lit a cigarette, his hands trembled.
She said: "I am free".
He suddenly felt cold.
She said, "I don't owe anyone anything".
It seemed to him that his heart stopped.
She said, "And I'm not going to change anything".
I want a bottle of Martini\tequila, cigarettes.
wear sweat pants, a stretched t-shirt and go for the whole summer night on the beach.
to get fall-down drunk.
fall on the sand and screaming themselves hoarse.
shout, do not choose words and roaring to the sobs, to lack of air.
and know now that tomorrow, at sunrise, all will surely be well.
"Try..." - whispered Dream.
"What? Again?!" - troubled Experience.
"Heh... Again because of me!" smiled Reason.
"No! Me!!!" - bet Pride.
"Maybe... don't?" murmured Caution.
"Careful, fuck!" - yelled Courage.
"I closed on adventures!" - off the hook Ass.
"Here I am!" - announced Determination.
"Where is without me?" - inquired of Intoxication.
"Without you will," replied Serenity.
"How about tomorrow?" - asked the Question.
"Now or never!" - cut Stubbornness.
"The main thing - not like yesterday!" warned Routine.
"Yesterday will not happen again!" - assured Stupidity.
"Everything will be different!" - lied Feeling.
"On something like this..." - thought Memory.
"Bitches all of you..." - getting up and shaking himself, through clenched teeth Dream...
... I think a real Apocalypse and will take place, with beer and cameras: to that moment as the sounding of the seventh angel, the first six are already put on YouTube...
