The Island of Golden Zandolie 4. The Blue Blood. Лилия Кадет

is such a nice, trusting, kind boy! I have to go! I'll call you, don't worry.”

      Luca didn't know whether to stop the woman. Although he was more concerned about Jean-Paul's condition. As soon as the front door closed, he rushed to the exit to the roof.

      Jean-Paul was sitting in a chair near a small round table, where they sometimes drank coffee in the morning, surrounded by flowers and pigeons, or enjoyed the coolness of the night, sipping wine. The moon and stars were almost invisible in Paris – the city of eternal light.

      “Darling, did something happen?”

      “Oh, it's you, Luca! Today is such an amazing day…”

      “What happened, who called?”

      “Yes! Imagine, we expected to see one mutant, and I got a call from another one!”

      Chapter 5

      Julia and Joy. “The Queen of Fiction”

      The joy of Julia and Scott knew no bounds. Their daughter was born! And they were both so happy that they could not even remember what names they were choosing while the baby was still in the womb. All that they tirelessly repeated, looking at the newborn, was “What a joy!”

      So, the daughter was just named Joy.

      Julia's big breasts have become just huge and hard as a stone. It was very painful to feed the baby. Scott was terribly worried at the beginning, but after a couple of days the pain went away. And Julia could spend hours admiring little Joy, who slept happily, well-fed and contented at her mother's breast. Joy, tiny but so demanding and tenacious, helped her mother develop the good flow in her never feeding before breasts and get to the “milky treasures”.

      Scott was proud of the very first exploits of his wife and daughter. It seemed to him that he had the best family in the world.

      And how good it was to be back in his native England after so many years of wandering. First, there was service in the Air Force with military trips to many “hot zones”, then years of exploring around the seas.

      He dropped anchor for a while on a tiny mountainous piece of land in the Caribbean, but over the years he missed home more and more in his homeland.

      Life in the tropics was very leisurely and full of cheap booze and affordable women. But there were almost no interesting memories. Except for his beloved wife Julia. Surprisingly, he didn't even remember how they met! Really, alcohol has already clouded his brain! Julia couldn't remember much either!

      But it didn't matter anymore! Life in England seemed to sober them both up. Now he and his wife and daughter were settled for peaceful living in the house of Scott's parents, in northern England, by the sea. There is such a refreshing air, such austere beauty! English summer also can please with the brightness of grass meadows. And the sea, of course, which is amazing always and everywhere!