Debutant. Chapter 11. A glorious adventure. Part 3

This novel is fictional; there is no need to look for intersections with historical events. This is a continuation of “Debutant” by Nikita Savelyev, the first readers of which were readers of F1News.ru…

Chapter 11. A glorious adventure. Part three

Henry trudged back, overwhelmed by various thoughts. It worked. The feeling of deja vu did not go away, once again he found himself with Sandra. Spent half the night listening to her story about how sick she is from racing? And you can’t throw them out.

“It could have been worse,” Sandra bluntly took a sip of the questionably dark ruby ​​liquid from the glass.

“I agree,” Henry barely took a sip of his dose. From his unpretentious point of view – wine and wine.

“You can’t make this up on purpose,” Sandra grinned. – How can we ever end up together? Truly the script of a bad play. You didn’t break the belt yourself, did you, Henry?

– It wasn’t on my mind!

“If I were you, I wouldn’t confess either.”

– By the way, I’m going to perform tomorrow, and I’m infinitely far from the circuit.

“I pushed as hard as I could, but the belt couldn’t take it.”

– I wanted the best.
“In the end, he forced the unfortunate girl to spend the night in a haven for tired drivers and prostitutes,” Sandra kicked off her shoes and climbed her legs onto a chair.

Henry looked closer. She didn’t look like the ‘unlucky’ girl at all, not at all. But he recognized the familiar playful expression and appreciated how his cheeks flushed from the first glass.

“Isn’t it time to leave and go to bed?” Henry launched a test balloon in a social tone.

– Are you really going to kick the lady out of the room without mercy? No romance in you.

– Today is a hard day, tomorrow won’t be easier.

“I thought racers were used to the rigors of the job.” In the beginning you bravely spent the night wherever you had to: in a caravan or in a garage. A yogi, accustomed to hardship, would be jealous.

– I am a living person, I want a good life, a completely natural desire.

“But not with the current results,” Sandra teased.

“We will definitely fight, a race is a race,” Henry said hesitantly.

“Okay, let’s not talk about sad things,” Sandra waved her hand. – Start endless conversations about our bleak prospects and the dead end path of development? I’m tired of it myself. Try this delicious drink from the best vineyards.

Henry openly admired Sandra – a good minx any way you look at it. But the memories of the last shame are too fresh. He doesn’t even want to approach her, especially because she’s sitting in a chair, he’s lying on the bed and there’s no other furniture.

– Stop looking at my legs without mercy. I know they are beautiful, but hide your lustful expression,” Sandra interrupted the silence. “I put on pants on purpose, but that doesn’t seem to help.”

And she dramatically changed her position, throwing one leg over the other.

“Beautiful women usually like to be looked at with admiration,” Henry became bolder.

“Incredibly sophisticated compliment,” Sandra laughed.

– But still…

“Then don’t do it so brazenly.”

– But I’m completely sincere. Rate it.

“All your sincerity is written on your face in letters like this.”

– I have convinced you – I will cast an admiring glance every now and then.

– Agreed. What can we talk about? There is enough wine, I don’t feel like sleeping,” says a clearly tipsy Sandra. – Tell us about yourself, about your country.

– My racing biography? So more than once I have…

– Who needs your biography? Don’t be boring, Henry,” Sandra stretched out sweetly. – I’m tired of racing. Are you absent? All pilots injured in one place. I want to hear about America, just unusual things. I have been to the United States several times, but as usual I have only seen the airport and the race track. Our colony-losing kingdom is rapidly losing its influence, and your country is becoming a mighty power. The cradle of democracy.

Henry took a closer look at his interlocutor: was she joking or did she mean it?

– Shall we do something interesting? As long as it doesn’t involve racing, I don’t mind your long traditions in motorsport.

– What to say? – Henry hesitated. – Fifty states, the capital is in Washington, compared to others – a very small city, but the whole power elite is there. Hollywood is located on the west coast, where the best films are made. Next door is the state of Nevada, where the city of Las Vegas is the center of the gambling industry. And unlike your Monte Carlo, there isn’t just one casino…

“Henry, stop, I can’t take it anymore,” Sandra choked with laughter. – It feels like I’m reading a guidebook. Such stories will not charm a girl, you will only make her sleepy. You can also talk about the Statue of Liberty or Mount Rushmore. I understand America; if I want, I leaf through the encyclopedia. And about you: where are you from?

– From Rochester, Minnesota. Haven’t heard? No one is sure how our city is translated from Indian: muddy water or clear water. Funny, right? The region is located in the north, so there are constant severe frosts, as well as snow, blizzards and hail.

– And how cold is it?

“In winter it was just terrible, I walked along the street – my nose froze, the frost did not leave my eyelashes, you dressed like cabbage, I wanted to stay warm all my childhood,” Henry shared his memories.

“Doubtful prospect,” Sandra shuddered.

– But when it’s warm, it’s a real fairy tale. I’m not a romantic, but nature is amazing: beautiful lakes, picturesque forests and beautiful waterfalls. Wherever I went, I never saw such a majestic sight. Visit once, you won’t regret it.

Sandra tilted her head and asked with interest:

– So you ran away to Florida, where it’s warmer?

“Yes,” Henry grinned. “But you know, sometimes it doesn’t make much difference between walking home waist deep in a snowdrift and escaping the wildest flood in dirty, stinking mud.

– Linked to an alligator? – Sandra laughed.

“It is better not to approach them, but if you do not deliberately disturb him, there is nothing dangerous.” We are used to it, a common detail of the landscape, such as pigeons. This type of driftwood floats…

Henry chatted without a care in the world, catching Sandra’s languid gaze; it seemed like she wasn’t even listening to him. Again? We have to get her away as soon as possible. Ultimately, he is a man and can no longer be bullied, like a cat with a mouse caught.

– Hendrik…

– What?

– You probably don’t want to talk about the habits of alligators…

“Not really,” Henry swallowed. Sandra looked at him intently. Again that seductive, enchanting, hypnotic look.

– So come closer…

Sandra stood up from her chair, Henry followed, now they were standing close to each other. Their faces were flat, Henry looked into her eyes and realized he was drowning in this enchanting pool.

“You’re incredibly beautiful,” Henry whispered.

– Compliments are not your thing. Shut up,” Sandra gently wrapped her arms around Henry’s neck and sealed his mouth with a wet kiss.

After a while, Sandra, carelessly covered with a sheet, sat down on a narrow bed and blew smoke, and Henry lay quietly next to him, openly admiring the chiseled figure.

Sandra’s soft fingers slid over Henry’s body, moving more slowly over the rough stitches of surgical stitches.

– What is this?

– No problem, it was a little accident.

– So small?

“Until you’re in trouble, you don’t seem to be a full-fledged racer,” Henry said. Don’t tell her how it was put together in the hospital.

– Poor wounded hero…

Sandra chirped some more tender nonsense (oh, these women), but Henry was no longer listening. It so happened that legitimate male pride did not overwhelm him for a long time, but much less pleasant thoughts began to torment him. From experience with his mostly informal partners, he often knew how awkward a conversation before bedtime could be. What irritated me most was when some village idiot started serenely chirping about a possible future. What is the future? Tomorrow is the race, he will leave and return to this state in a year at best. The situation is really different here, but that doesn’t make it any easier. Somehow, Henry spends almost all of his time in the company of the team. And it is extremely sparsely populated there. How can they exist under one roof? The problem is that he often acts first and thinks later. Although in this situation it is difficult to condemn him. Who could resist?

“You’re tense,” Sandra stroked him lightly. – Is waiting for a dream more fun than fulfilling it?

– What are you…

-What’s going on then? It feels like you want to jump up and run away. It’s even a little insulting to one’s pride.

– By no means. Just now…

Sandra grabbed his chin firmly with her hand and turned him towards her:

– Come on, look at me. Confusion and uncertainty. Why… Don’t you know how to behave towards me? Precisely! You even blushed a little. But what should we do? The question is of course interesting…

Henry opened his mouth.

“You better shut up,” Sandra hit his lips with her palm. “You want to tell me some awkward phrases, telling me how you fell in love until you lost your pulse.” Judging from the stunned face, something like that. Calm down, I’m not going to sign you up as a permanent lover. Consider it a glorious adventure. For the both of us. Tell me, is it fun?! The same. And don’t worry, for God’s sake, adults got what they wanted, that’s all. And so everything is the same: you’re a racer and I’m the boss’s wife.

Henry exhaled calmly; This of course did not go unnoticed by his observant companion:

– Are you happy that no unnecessary complications occur? All men are the same. Okay, you can’t be fixed. Stop playing like a statue. There is time until morning. I recommend not devoting it entirely to sleep.

== To be continued…