Then the three of us sat down to our dinner.“So Helen,”, I asked, “are you looking forward to more fucking tonight?”“Oh! Yes! I've been hopi...g all day that you two would be up for more fucking tonight. Is it really OK with both of you?”“No, Helen. It's not just OK with us – it's fucking brilliant. Isn't it, Naomi?”“Fuck yes. I'm wet just thinking about it.”So without watching any TV or even stopping to chat over a drink or two, we headed for the bedroom.“Helen, I don't know if you like to eat. This was going to be a good week.As the week progressed, Amy began stuttering whenever she had to talk to Vivian face to face. Although, she tried to limit their conversations to voice mail and email, Vivian thwarted her at every turn. Vivian would follow up every email and phone call with a visit into Amy’s office where she would sit on the desk. Each time, she would sit closer until she was sitting nearly on top on Amy.Amy tried not to submit but, by Friday, she was automatically sliding her. " she said, "my first guy was Hakam. He's like an old sargent or something? I was scared spitless. I thought for sure he was gonna rape me like yesterday and I didn't know how I was gonna make it, but he didn't. He didn't even touch me... , not... down there I mean." She burst out giggling and then her words came in a rush: "He wanted to play Monopoly! I mean it. The board was all in Arabic or something and the money was all funny, but we used to play it all the time at home and the colors for. At tragedies, bullfights and crucifixions, he has so far felt best on earth; and when he invented hell for himself, behold, that was his very heaven."On a brighter side, the Matadors were brave, young and sexy in their tight white pants and boleros; while the ghosts of Hemingway, Manolete and Dominguin hovered in the air.We enjoyed the cold and inexpensive beer and my Anna managed to make the evening enjoyable anyhow. During the entire performance, I watched her tits accidentally falling out of.