Pinaikot ni Arkel ang tingin sa kwarto kung saan nagaganap ang poetry night. May lalaking naka- itim sa stage na nakatutok sa mikropono, talking about the correlation between flowers and death, maamoy din sa hangin ang amoy ng kape- nice. Sounds of a flute and the faint calling of a wolf drifted to his ears. All of his impressions were secondary to the sight of his wife.
Ebony hair fell loose and wild past her shoulders. Kita ang surpresa sa mga mata nito habang naglalakad siya palapit sa kanila. Her sweater hugged every inch of those delectable breasts, then opened to a wide bell around her hips. A tight black miniskirt stopped mid-thigh. At second glance, Arkel revised his opinion to a much shorter option, since the fabric had snuck way up in her comfortable sitting position and now bar
