.."I shook my head and awkwardly walked back into the vast maze that is Braghia with the woman beside me. She was indeed very short, and her bald head...bobbed so low that it would have fitted perfectly under my chin if she had wanted to stay close to me. She did not want this, however. She was slender, almost famished-looking, but her body still managed to retain a somewhat feminine aspect to it, with nice, rounded hips and noticeable breasts.The strange thing about her was her baldness. It did. This guy on slept immediately or pretend as slept. I slowly made my movements. He shouted as if he was in bad dream. Please leave me was his shout repeatedly. I thenDid not try and slept. Second day also the same thing. Because I never touched any one with out their consent. Third day a full moon day I just laid and the guy came and shut the door cautiously and laid next to me and talked to me for some time. Said to me sleep sir, I also get sleep. I thought ok and said ok. But I could not get. Stripping him of his intelligence had made him a much better lover. Far less self-conscious, and far less gentle. Then she’d left him in the motel. After all, he’d checked them in, and the receptionist didn’t even have her name. She’d never looked back. These thoughts, remembered so vividly every time she awoke, were the prosecution’s case. They were engraved on her consciousness so that she would forever remember the reason why the rest of her day was not entirely within her control. The rest. A soft pool of light shone out from under the veranda, he moved quietly over and double checked. The light was from the bathroom, and he could see a figure silhouetted against the window. Jason smiled, she was in the shower at the same time every night, another few minutes she would move from the bathroom to her bedroom, and that's what he was there for.Jason looked about, the back fence was high and the hedges either side excluded any views from those directions. This was a very private.