He closed the door and got undressed. He looked at his reflection in the mirror, seeing before him a young man with a suntanned, well-proportioned body, and felt a sudden burst of confidence. He left his clothes on the bed, put on his swimming trunks, and went downstairs. The servant showed him into the kitchen and opened the back door. From there, she pointed out the footpath leading to the cistern.
Dimitri found Sarah lying on a towel to dry off while she read in the shade of a fig tree. When she got up to welcome him, the front of her wet bathing costume slipped down to reveal breasts made firm by their contact with the wet material which Sarah, letting the book fall from her hand, hurried to cover up.
“Sorry to welcome you like this”, she said in English, and still sitting, she turne
