"Should I call the maid?" I ask her who looks at me swallowing a lump on her throat.
When she does not say even a word, I grab a walkie-talkie from the table and say, "Can you send…"
"I...I...will do it..myself…." She stammers, interpreting me.
I look at her with satisfaction as she slowly unzips her thin jacket, exposing her curvy body with a white string shirt. I see her hands tremble while she pulls off her string shirt, leaving her upper body half-naked with a tiny black bra covering her lush breast.
She looks at me expecting me to stop her right away but my lips twist into a smile.
I walk closer to her and run my hands up her hands to her bare arms. She looks at me with her eyes clouded with tears and it pleases me to see this image of her. I watch my fingers play on
