“Well, she does seem to have a good head on her shoulders,” he promptly replies. “Why?”“Because I want to know what you think,” she answer....“I thought this was about me and you.”“This picnic? Sure,” she says. “But this retreat is all about you.”“Why do I have the feeling that there is another agenda going on here?”“No agenda,” Jessica muses. “It’s all part of your treatment.”“Are trying to get me to fuck someone else?” he asks bluntly.“I’m not going to make you do anything you don’t want to,”. The bathroom sat between two bedrooms and had a door that opened into each one. I was sitting on the pot and wiping myself when I heard the distinctive sound of my wife's voice in the bedroom to my left. I heard her say:"That's a nice one. Can I kiss it?"I very quietly got up, pulled up my pants, turned off the light and very slowly and cautiously opened the door enough to let me see into the next room. Jana was on her knees and she was deep throating Dave Miller who was our host for the. Leona repaired to the bath where she doffed and rinsed the dress. She emerged in a terry bathrobe. Leona joined Gathau on the sofa looking out the expansive windows at the lights of Nairobi twinkling below. Gathau offered her wine, which she declined. She sat sideways on folded legs and looked him in the face. Gathau thought that was very bold of Leona…and very alluring. His blood warmed even more. He wanted to discover Leona’s story…and the rst of her. ‘Do you come to Nairobi often?’ ‘I live. The driver was turned toward me, smiling. “Are you alright, lovely?”, he said in a smooth voice. I nodded and, despite myself, smiled, and I’m pretty sure I continued to nod and smile dumbly even after he had turned his attention back to the suffocating traffic. Suddenly I felt embarrassed for everything. My constant whining swears, my anger, and strangely, even for my abrupt state of calm and fascination for the cab driver as I couldn’t take my eyes off him. I didn’t actually get to look.