We were on our way back from a short trip. The Land rover was darting fast along the unpaved road among the hills, leaving a tang of dust behind. It w...s before sunset. The horizon was panted orange, with patches of yellow scudding clouds against it. The sundial was wan and pale, sinking behind the hills at the vista, dragging down its orange rays behind them. The scene was hermit granting me an air of glamour. For yet I could smell her fragrance, the bunch of mint she was carrying in her hand.. He didn't. He kept his eyes on my body for a few good seconds even though I was looking right at him.Finally it was our turn for the elevator. It could only hold 10 people so it was us four, the middle age couple and another family. White beard and his wife entered first, then us and finally the other family. Due to the rush I was pushed to the back of the elevator with white beard and his wife behind me, facing the elevator door. The other family squeezed inside and at the end of the pushing. Her body had betrayed her and the insensate lust she had experienced could not be denied. “Lucky girl,” murmured the Boss, “I could see just how much you enjoyed that.” Sobbing groans from Simone. She knew all too well she had been defeated again. Doubtless she hated the Boss, doubtless she hated me... not to mention the whole world. But, above all, in those panting moments of recovery from orgasm, she doubtless hated herself most of all.The Boss poured an enormous brandy into a cut-glass. .. I do appreciate the gesture. Thanks, Caitlin. Are you feeling better?" Do you mean, like I'm finally over a nasty virus better? My mood is much better ... my students appreciate it, too." She approached a large cardboard box on his desk. "What's all this?" Artifacts from my trips to the rainforest. I'm using these as props for my lecture on ethnobotany." He picked up a basket made of plaited palm leaves. "This is what the tribesmen use to hold their curare-tipped darts." Are they really so.