“Fuck Anna. I want you so fucking bad.” “Then take me.” “Here? Now?” “Yes! Please! Here and now!” He answered me by crushing his l...ps to mine. He ate at my lips like a starving man, his tongue dancing with mine, searching and asking for more. His hands gripped my hips and then worked their way up my body. He pinned my arms over my head on the wall and leaned into the kiss even more. It should have hurt, my teeth were biting into my lips but I didn’t care. He sucked my bottom lip into his. Sleep soon follows. Oh, for the days when Friday nights meant hanging out in clubs with friends and partying until the wee hours. Now that I’m 39 that mattress starts looking better and better around 10 o’clock.I’m a passable cook but after a 12-hour workday I don’t want to spend another hour in the kitchen. Sometimes I’ve got something in the freezer that looks good, but often I’ll treat myself by picking up on the way home. I try not to do that too often. At my age the weight piles on faster. The other servants can bring her luggage later," Dina continued, extremely sarcastically.Helen turned away and continued to brush her hair. "I'll be staying in here," she said."That you won't," said Dina, "Not if I know Mr. Hugo."Helen seized on this and said, "So moving me out is your idea, is it? I'll only move if Hugo asks me to, and not because you want me to." Suit yourself," said Dina, shrugging her shoulders and going out of the room.There was no siesta that day and in the evening, Hugo. I have to give him credit for his unwavering commitment to voyeurism.He was back on the phone as he kept walking up and down the length of the fence to get a look at her. Each time she would walk into the bathroom he ran up to the house to get a look. When she walked to the other side of the bedroom to hang clothes in the closet he would move back down the fence to see her.Wendy had no clue of her devoted voyeur. She went back and forth in and out of our bedroom for the next hour. It was just.