The small poster near the 'fridge attracted Kenneth's attention. He stared at it for some time. It showed a voluptuous lady wearing a low-cut dress and eating spaghetti. A strand of spaghetti had fallen onto her ample bosom. It was not clear how the gentleman bending over her was going to remove the strand. Kenneth found this poster strangely erotic, suggestive, not explicit.
The water boiled in the small pan. He turned off the gas and poured the water onto the tea bags. Leaving the tea to brew he opened the door which led onto yet another balcony, with no provision for shade and only a row of potted plants providing any sort of balustrade. He walked to the right, along a walkway leading to a small locked gate. He thought one of the three keys he possessed might fit but the growth of gras
