Nguyet's short visit two weeks ago had left me highly agitated. I had caught myself having prurient thoughts many times in my life, but that Nguyet had left her baby with her mother to come to my house for some tender moments was something else. I was still impressed, as it showed how strong her yearning must have been. Luckily, I had been at the house by myself and my wife hadn't returned earlier. As beautiful as that hour with Nguyet was though, it hadn't been fully satisfying. Nguyet and I had to soon find a way to be alone for an hour or two.
We knew, however, that it wouldn't be easy. Nguyet had to take care of her son 24-7, and her mother was always present at their house, as she worked there. As far as I knew, she still went to play cards every Thursday afternoon, but just then I h
