And something else. A whisper. A fragment of a whisper. Greedy for noise I follow, and something miraculous happens. I smell. Blood. Essence. Power. D... I hear, or only remember hearing? I am a fragment of thought atrophying outside space and time. I cannot perceive, and yet I do. I open my eyes.The ceiling above is grey stone, chipped painstakingly into the mountain, not built. No mortar lines. Flickering torchlight shows chisel marks as it dances. There is chanting again, around me, outside. Now for the shoes, her new Red ones, the Patent Leather Red High Heels, the ones she has been searching for so long, the ones with the one inch wide ankle strap, not with just a plain buckle though, no, these has Padlock Buckles! Before she adorns them she brings them up to her face holding them against her cheek, then she opens her lipsticked mouth and runs her long wet tongue along the full SEVEN inches on the HEEL, mmm, then as if to confirm it she runs her finger seductively back and forth. " She stepped up, put herarms around him, and kissed him again. He started to bring his arms upto return the embrace, but was forced to drop them quickly to retrievethe towel which started to slip from his waist. She stepped backlaughing."Here's what we will do. You will still be too sick to go out forbreakfast." But I haven't even had my supper." Are you going to let me finish what I have to say?" But ----" No more buts! Just listen for a moment. Your supper tray is stillsitting there. You. I stood up to undress myself. I was in my inner boxers and Sarika in her half removed top up to her belly with hair let loose and scattered over her face making the room look even more sexier. I lied down on the bed and pulled Sarika on me. She leaned on my chest and we were indulged in some romantic talks which I never thought of with the lady who was my back bone in the office.Mr: So happy! This evening has been extended till tomorrow morning.Sarika: ofcourse yes Viren! I always loved the.