Some incredibly rich man?

The usual fog receded and Tom realized that he was in a completely new place: his, with Alice, the usual two-story house from the suburbs, with four bedrooms, was replaced by an ultra-modern villa, judging by the elevator shaft in the center - clearly larger than two floors. Tom was holding a glass of Venetian glass in his hands, and he KNEW that this glass was from a collection once created by Da Vinci himself for the prince.

Huge panoramic panels of one-sided transparency, which made up the walls of his new dwelling, were located tens of meters from him.

He himself wore an expensive, burgundy dressing gown, with monograms embroidered on the sleeves.

...The next second - he saw Alice...

The first thing that caught my eye was that his wife was at least 15 years younger than Tom himself.

Alice's face looked like it was painted by an artist or sculpted by a sculptor equal to the best masters of the Renaissance.

Her face was angelic, yet human enough not to be inaccessible. It was filled with incredible love and passion. Sensual, plump, but not turned into a duck's face, lips were half open in a charming smile.

Huge, almost impossible for a person, dark blue eyes, suggestive of the Fremens of "Dune" - looked. It seemed to him to they pierce him to the his very soul, from under half-lowered long eyelashes.

Lush, barely noticeable curly waves of honey-amber hair descended from her head almost to her knees.

The breasts were very large for her slender, perfect body, but still not big enough to look ugly. Rather, the chest emphasized the incredible sex appeal and sensuality of this "angel".

An incredibly thin waist, in a smooth, indescribably sensual curve, passed into wide, but not too wide hips.

Her skin was aristocratically pale, and against her background, light, sensual, perfectly matched and applied make-up seemed to be on the verge of vulgarity ... But it did not cross this line.

She was wearing a long and aristocratic wine-colored glove dress with a deep neckline and a cutout on the thigh that reached almost to the waist.

Tom suddenly realized that she reminded him of Jessica Rabbit, if she were an amber-honey blonde, and a sexy aristocratic princess.

There were few decorations on Alice. Another thing is that Tom immediately remembered that the total cost of these modest, at first glance, earrings, a thin necklace (made of yellow diamonds of the rarest value), and other accessories approximately corresponded to the price of his new business jet.

From the realization that he had a business jet, Tom for a few seconds forgot how to breathe.

Noticing that something was happening to his husband, Alice with a quick but incredibly sensual steps approached him and looked anxiously into his eyes:

"My love, are you all right?"

"Oh yes, honey... It's all right... Tell me, are we ready to receive guests yet?" - Tom remembered that they were waiting for an important reception.

"Of course, my soul. The servants have been instructed, the buffet is ready - we will hold a reception on the roof, no rain is expected today" - Alice's smile shone with the warmth of the gentle sun.

"Guests will arrive in an hour... I'll go check the papers in my office" - Tom did not want to leave her, but he needed to catch his breath and put his memories of THIS version of reality in order.

"Not before I kiss you!" - firmly but gently declared his delightful wife, and gave him such a sensual kiss that he managed to continue moving into the office only by gathering all his will into a fist.

... In the office, Tom lit a cigar from a box found on the table and began to put his thoughts in order ...