From the entrance you spot only two patrons, both women, and the barkeep, Jack, who you know quite well as you visit his establishment more often that...you'd like to admit.“Set me up,” You tell John.Approaching the counter, you take a seat in one of the many vacant stools while John rushes you out a glass of brown liquid. You take it in your fingers, swishing it around for a moment, admiring it's simplicity before taking a full swig. It's strong, burning your throat upon entry. Just the way you. I should do something to spoil his mood and concentrate on me.As from Saturday i will be more freely involve with him. He has to sleep with me and i cannot control my feelings towards him. He was working busy now but later he will be doing more something else.I should make an effort as much as can.Saturday came, morning he had come to attend.Waiting for me to arrive, we were alone in class.I entered in pink transparent sari with most visible cleavage. He was like a sitting duck watching me over. The steam is rising from the faucet now, framing my face in the mirror, a halo almost, filling out my face. I wipe a hand across one side. Clear and empty, glazed fresh and almost her. Why is she gone? I turn my hands over and under the water, it slides off my skin, so dry, almost reptilian. I can feel the heat yet I do not remove my fingers, I want to feel it, feel it deep into my bones. I know I am being burned, the steam is too much. I slide the faucet to off, so slowly. The water reducing. In exchange for letting us impose on you without warning, I thought it only fair to bring supplies.” She grinned and held up a bottle of wine and some duct tape. Cari laughed, her tension easing a little. “How can I refuse that?” She gave Drew a one-armed hug as well and led the two of them back upstairs to her apartment. Once in her apartment, Drew smiled to see that Cari had already had a drink sweating on a bare coffee table, her coasters already packed away in one of the boxes. He knew.