’ ‘They’ll be other times,’ he said, pulling her close. ‘Yeah. Well, I’ve never been a mistress before. I think I’ll enjoy it, except I�...�ll be furious at the thought of you with her. Now, I want you to dress me. The more I feel your hands on my body, the better!’ She stood up, and lifted first one leg then the other, with a hand on his shoulder, while he pulled her panties up and slid her dress over her shoulders. ‘Ah well, time to rejoin the human race, I think.’ It was Saturday morning and. I put the kettle on. We were silent as it boiled, Mozart playing quietly in the background."How're things, Will?"I looked at her quizzically."I'm sorry I didn't get you to explain. I just reacted." What could I say?" I asked, "I fucked her. Maybe she had some responsibility ... she did have some responsibility. But I could have been more careful of what I was drinking; I could have said no." Could you?" She looked at me very seriously. "Will ... I need to know ... do you want to try again?"That. The first time he saw it when she opened the door on his first day in Hyderabad, it was behind a saree and the blouse, the second time on the dining table when she ripped her saree, the third time when she was in his room when she came to confront him and his sperm spashed on her nipples, the fourth time when he had sex with her in her master bed room when her boobs was wet with sweat and her blouae was transparent just like now. Never had he seen her boobs naked. Those j cups, the first thing. Somehow, Imanaged to get a tattoo."Or several of them, Olga thought to herself. The boy always hatedtattoos and ink, believing it made women appear cheap and damaged. Itwas quite amusing that night to see the artist inking out the butterflyand permanent make up. Olga actually had a photo in her phone of ithappening, with the barely conscious Danni all smiles and glassy eyedthroughout."What do you want Daniel?" she asked."I need to meet with you. I?m in a lot of trouble, but I don?t know.