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Part 2

Art came late. Jenny already slept. He finished the rest of the dinner in the kitchen, took a shower, got undressed, and dived into the bed. He tried hugging the wife, but Jenny pushed him away.

“Leave me alone!” she growled through a dream. On her face, there was still an expression of a wacky dissatisfaction.

Taking advantage of Vera's hand was being turned inside up, he scanned her identification chip with the virtualizer.

"Let's see what you say tomorrow, princess on the pea?"

Part 3

“Look! Look! Look!” sitting by the window Jenny was not able to stop. "Are we really flying, to Egypt, to Hurghada?" inside her, everything as if got compressed from the expectation of something extraordinary. She didn't understand how she got on the plane. Everything happened like in a dream, in a whirlwind of fast-curbing events: frantic throwing things in suitcases, rushing through the streets in a taxi, a plane...

"Hurghada! This is one of the most popular resorts in the world! The blue azure of the endless ocean and the lost islands. The noise of surf and rustling of sand under feet. A Wonderful Underwater World and its Fabulous Inhabitants," Jenny was surprised by her thoughts. They folded themselves into round phrases as if it was a promotional video.

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Chrysler 300С limo picked them up at the airport. Jenny relaxed in the back seat and covered her eyes. It was cool and quiet. "As promised" thought Art and poured himself cognac from a beautifully carved bottle. “LUIS XIII” he read on the label.

“Look, it is the same as in the Three Musketeers. Do you want to try?”

“No,” Jenny looked around. She was trying to open herself up to this land, to be together with Hagurda, confidentially and to absorb, absorb the feelings as if this city was her interlocutor.

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The accommodations turned out to be a royal suite. It included a huge living room with a dining table for eight persons, a guest bedroom with two beds, and the main bedroom with the walls painted in unobtrusive, gentle tones. Yet the main feature of the suit was its chic terrace with their personal pool.

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"Nice!" Art ran toward a huge bed, jumped on it, made two piston-like movements with his hips and turned his head to Jenny, who spoke on the phone “it does not creak!" then turning on his back and looking at the high ceiling thought ‘And there sound won’t reverberate here, so we can scream, no neighbors!’

“Let’s go,” Jenny waved her hand to Art urging him to get up from the bed and follow her.

“Where?”

“For diving. I already arranged for everything.”

The limo picked them up again and took them to the boat. There they had to put on scuba diving equipment.

“How are you doing, hon?” Art looked at Jenny. Her face had scared at the same time determined expression.

“Ouch! This suit weighs as much me. It’s so uncomfortable!”

“It’ll be ok, baby!” Nothing more encouraging didn’t come to Art’s mind.

“Jump?” Art pointed to water to the accompanying trainer.

When the trainer nodded his head, Art, holding Jenny by hand, jumped into the water with her.

"Beautiful, indeed," thought Art. From above, the sun's rays refracted in the clear aquamarine water. He got so interested in the underwater life: corals, fishes, rocks, octopus, and turtles... that he forgot about Jenny. And when he looked at her through the mask, he saw how her eyes were wide open in the expression was full of unadulterated delight. She approached the sea turtle and began to petting her and feeding her from her hands with something like seagrass. Art tried it as well. The shell was firm and the turtle's lips were stiff. "She has an all-inclusive here as well," he thought.

Finally, the trainer pointed finger to on a watch. It was time to get back. On the boat, when Jenny removed the mask, Art saw her crying. Really, ugly and shingling with her nose.

“Why are you crying, baby?” Art leaned over and hugged her over the shoulders.

“I petted a turtle!”

"…and? Did it bite you?

“No. You're so thick” she laughed through tears, “This is not just a turtle, but a rare, two hundred kilogram sea turtle. And she ate weed grass underwater right out of my hands!”

“Did you like it?” Art smiled widely.

“Oh my god! This was soooo incredible! To be honest - from the first minute, the fear went away. Yes, it's very difficult to breathe quietly underwater, because I was just overflown with emotions, choked up. I looked all over and thought my eyes will come out of orbit. I wanted to see everything and remember each and every moment.” Jenny again couldn’t hold her emotions and sobbed, “I knew I was here to see this. I knew I was here to..." again a few sobs,
“every time I was afraid of something.. And then I go into it and see it's not scary at all. On the contrary, it is tremendous, amazing! And so you can never feel it and find out about it if you don't step into it. And you won't get away from your fear. And you don’t need to be afraid. Life is so short! I am so happy I’ve done it!"

All the way to the hotel, they sat in a limo hugging while Jenny occasionally sobbed until finally, she calmed down.

Back in the hotel, Jenny called for dinner. A few minutes later, three servers rolled service tables directly onto the terrace in front of their personal pool. The dinner was all they could imagine. Classic turtle soup, fresh salmon with cream cheese, a salad of fresh vegetables with some wonderful sauce, a gentle roast beef, and lobster. They have never before eaten a lobster. Its meat was very gentle and not fish or beef, but very tasty. Then a plate with nuts, cheeses, dried fruits, fresh fruits, grapes, berries, chocolate mousse, and all kinds of cakes. Ten minutes later, Jenny fell off.

“No more,” she happily half-closed her eyes. Art continued working on the cakes, showing Jenny with his eyes that he could not stop.

“Dear Lord,” Jenny said with delight, “it was the best dinner in my life!”

“Ugu...” Art confirmed, continuing to chew, already on the couch, and casting a torpid dazed look at the sky.

The sun was already setting down. Jenny ordered herself an additional service - Cleopatra's bath of milk and honey.

"They say this procedure was the secret of the youth of the Egyptian queen," Jenny said taking a deep breath “…she just floated in milk and honey and then swept off their feet with her beauty everybody from Caesar to a simple mortal." She looked at Art I saw that he fell asleep.

Jenny wore a white robe and followed the attendant to another small pool. There she took off her robe and plunged into muddy white water with floating on its surface red rose petals.

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When her head came out from the water, she asked the attendant who held a large jug with milk in her hands

“Is that truly camel milk? Did you milk it yourself?”

Yet, when the attendant began pouring milk from the pitcher on Jenny’s back, her eyes lit with joy “Oh that feels so great!” At this point, Jenny became indifferent to whether the attendant milked the camel herself or not. She felt so good!

Back in her master bedroom, Jenny lay the middle of a huge bed feeling all relaxed, pampered, and beautiful. Art has already woke up from the balcony looked at pitch-black night with bright stars that seem very close.

“Come to me, my Pharaoh, go to your Cleopatra,” she extended hands to Art.

And from the gleam of consciousness untouched by 70% emersion came the thought, "It’s better to be worth two hundred bucks."

The end.