She was awakened by a gentle slap of thin lunar air as the sheets were softly moved aside. The watery half-light gently seeped through her nightgown, ... drifting mist that made her curving limbs glimmer. As she floated towards the surface of her somnolent depths, she smiled, not quite blushing at her nakedness, but keenly aware that her bare skin under the nightgown was regarded with a keen, yet sleepy eye. He stretched, breathing deeply, gathering together what tiny warmth he had been. After a lot of ego boosting spirits, together they staggered to the station, each buying a big bunch of flowers from a stall in the station, (the railway equivalent of ‘petrol station after-thought flowers’,) both thinking it, an ice breaker, a diplomatic start of their week of hopeful lust. Taking their places in the train and sharing a last nip from their hip flask`s, they exchanged wives names, house keys and oh the house addresses, just in case, each saying that the wives should be meeting. Okka thopu tho vadu thana moddani naa pookulo doorchadu. 22 years tharavatha sex lo participate chesthunnanu kabatti konchem noppi ga undi. Kaani mellaga 10 minutes tharavatha alavatu aipoindi. Karthik!!! Ooo dengu…naa pookuni chinchesai…come on…..aaaaah…aaah…aaaah..aaaah…antu vadi recha gottanu. Vadu nannu kasi theera dengadu.10 minutes tharavatha..vadi moddanu naa notlo theesukunnanu. Vadu malli lechi nunchunnadu. Emiti karthik malli ready ayyava ani annanu. Avunu aunty…..eesari vere angle lo. Ted.” We tested to see how soundproof the viewing room was with Elise standing in the suite while I made loud noises behind the glass. She could hardly hear anything and my voice wasn’t audible. It looked like it didn’t matter what we did in the viewing room we were just not noticeable. We found that there were microphones hidden at each of the four corners of the mirror in the suite which were part of a sound system that allowed us to hear everything so clearly. It was activated by the light.