Resumo de The Faustian Complex

It was the beginning of a beautiful fairy tale, Sergei''s and mine.
The first few days of our vacation were spent in the water fulfilling as it were the call of the sea. It held a strange, primitive fascination over me and I found that I could not keep myself out of its warm embrace. Seduced and mesmerized I responded to its call with urgency and need to feel its watery arms around me. I loved to watch it turn from sky blue to aqua or painted pink by the setting sun. I sensed that it held back secrets not shared with another living thing. Sergei swam ahead, way ahead. I struggled to catch up with him gliding over the caressing waters and susurrus of the frothy waves until I felt Sergei''s arms embracing me, stealing me away from my friend, the sea; his lips kissing me and transposing a salty sweetness upon my own lips, reminding me that he was my lover and not the sea.
Sometimes we talked as we treaded water together, our arms interwoven with the inky blueness and forgetting of the world beyond; and sometimes we remained silent listening to each other''s thoughts and the crooning of the waves splashing against our bodies in repetitive song.
Mexico was a beautiful adventure. We dined in small out-of-the-way restaurants and took long walks on the beach. Every second I spent with Sergei was upsurging, rejuvenating. No longer was I assailed by doubts planted by Sonia''s allegations. At this juncture they were like ghosts that never actually materialiazed into substantial entities. I desperatedly wanted to believe I was the woman Sergei had been searching for, a hope I clung to from the moment Sonia told me of his shady reputation. Many times I was tempted to ask him point-blank but I dared not. Why tempt fate, I thought. In any case, I had no doubt during those first few months of summer, after we met, that I, Katrina Ravel, became Sergei Smyrnoff''s obsession. As for me, he was my sexual awakening. Though I had known other men I had not slept with any of them. Sergei put everything in perspective. He transformed my emotions and sexual needs, transcended my moral values and principles. No longer did I feel guilty for waiting breathlessly to feel his arms about me, have him hold me, become one with me.

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