"No, no! The program starts in thirty minutes."
"Then we have time."
"Tamara!" Arsalan protested against being jumped.
"Just sit still...I can't get this off if you fight me!" Stephanie scuffled with him over his belt till he gave up. Lifting her dress, she sat on him. The mask Arsalan took several minutes to perfect was rushed off and cast aside without any respect. She took hold of his confused face, kissed him gently; first on the eyes and then his nose and lips.
"Do I have bad morning breath?" Stephanie asked out of nowhere and Arsalan did not know whether to laugh or call her crazy. "Why so stoic Arsalan, were you this hostile to your past lovers?"
"You have twenty minutes, Miss Door."
"Pfft, right!... Stick out your tongue for me," Stephanie moaned, savoring the taste of Arsal
