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Sharm El Sheikh.

During the day, I planned to take a walk around the hotel surroundings. Strangely, there were no people around, just solitary buildings on both sides of the road, beautiful stone structures in Arabic style, and complete desolation as if everything had vanished… Ahead, there were several stalls, seemingly open. Arab vendors waved their hands, inviting visitors to their shops. I walked over to take a look.

Right at the entrance of one shop, I noticed hanging crosses, different ones with crucifixes. I had promised Evgenia to buy a cross… I took one off the nail. It was a medium-sized cross, nice-looking, with a crucified Christ on a red background.

– How much is this?

– Three dollars.

– Oh… that’s a lot…

– Well, two, – the Arab vendor showed with his fingers.

– Okay.

I looked further, choosing a turquoise scarab beetle and magnets. The vendor started calculating.

– Ten dollars.

I shook my head in disagreement: – Let’s do eight for everything.

– Well, seven and a half, – the vendor said.

– Alright… what is he counting so much for?

I scrutinized the appearance of this vendor. Why was I staring at him like I was petrified: he was hunched, squinting eyes, a sharp beard, a cunning look, sorting through his scarab beetles and various trinkets. It struck me: he resembled Mephistopheles or a demon. His movements were quick, and he was always lying. I bargained with him, but he still tried to deceive.

It’s definitely an evil one, a demon…

I hurried out of the shop, I wanted to turn around and go back to the hotel; but the dark-skinned Arab from the neighbouring shop was inviting me with his gaze. I didn’t want to offend him; I should go into his “tent”.

I felt the odours with all my being; they were the scents of wonderful herbs, perfumes, everything sweet and oriental, like the scent of orgasm.

The seller – a young handsome Arab with a straight face, slowly moving his hand as in some kind of theatre invited: “Look here, and here…". He took a bunch of unfamiliar herbs from a box on the counter and held it out to my nose. I was in a halo, a haze, a cocoon; I felt light, the sexiest, I was a glowing goddess, a warmth spreading through me, in my belly and in me, like in the bosom of passion. There were a lot of herbs in the boxes on the showcase and I was like in a stupefaction – a dream – inhaling everything at once.

– And this… a special aroma, – offers again a handsome Arab.

– Sit down here, I’ll offer you tea, – and the incense seller gently touched Marianne’s hand.

Marianne, fuming with herbs and perfume scents, sat down on a sofa in the shop.

The Arab sat down beside her and began to carry on a conversation.

His words floated a slow elixir of voluptuousness and ecstasy. It felt good to just sit on the sofa and feel like a goddess. I had fallen to the God Eros, the God of pleasure and voluptuousness.

From the shop I could see the neighbouring empty buildings in the next street. It’s just him and me. I’m the brave one.

– I want to invite you to my palace tonight. I have a house, – the Arab pointed towards the deserted streets. I’ll love you, we’ll have sex. О.. I will love you for a long time.

Marianne choked on her tea.

– You’re afraid … – cautiously Arab.

– I’m in the evening, a bit busy…

– We can go now… – unobtrusively persuades the Egyptian.

– О… you’ll love it. I’ve got a huge one, it’s not like everyone else’s, it’s a giant, – pointing to the bottom of his trousers. I’ll love you for hours, I can love you for 24 hours with my huge one. Marianne became afraid, he will love…; one can die from such a thing, how such a thing can be endured… A normal man, he once – twice and everything, well, a minute there sex, fidgeted and everything, but here strength, a huge cock, you can die just.

And if you really agree and now go with him… in a deserted house… and her fragile body can’t take his love and I won’t come back. They’ll be looking for me all night. I think I’ll pass, and we should get out of here, Marianne looking at the road.

– Thank you, you’re very nice, but I have to go, I’ll come back tonight, I’ll come back for sure. Marianne jumped out and walked quickly past all the counters towards the hotel.

– I’ll be waiting… – Eros’ voice came from behind Marianne.

Marianne quickly rushed past the smiling Mephistopheles who was standing outside his shop.