OLIVIA.
It's a Friday afternoon when my secretary tells me that Amos wants to see me. I have been busy all day, but I can't forget last night, the date at his father's residence. I pity his father, such a good man doesn't deserve what has befallen him. At this juncture he needs very special care and all the love from his beloved.
Amos walks into the office and all a sudden I can't believe that it's him. He is not on official attire but instead he is wearing a T-shirt that emphasizes his muscles. His bulging biceps, with veins visibly interwoven, are an item and I can't keep my eyes off them. He's wearing a pair of jogging pants and Nike sneakers to complete the picture of an ardent sportsman.
I rise from my seat to meet him and we embrace tightly, with him pulling me into him. Then our
