The next day, Anna Lory got up early in the morning after a few hours of sleep. During the night she had turned and turned in bed, thinking about what had happened, and what Aurora had said to her. She was still in the throes of desire, and every now and then her hand slipped to touch and caress the pubic area, which was getting wet, and wet, and wet again. At the first lights of dawn, no longer able to lie on a bed which, however comfortable and welcoming, was still a bed of thorns, she got up and went down to the kitchen, where a hearty breakfast was waiting for her on the table. She poured herself a cup of coffee, added some milk, accompanied it with a warm croissant and an orange juice, after which she went outside.
The morning air was fresh and inviting, and the woman had walked on f
