This noise comes from a darkened room, somewhere that I need to investigate. I do, and as my eyes adjust to the residual light, I hear a very-long inh...le. A inhale that fills the heart and mind not just filling the lungs. There is a story to be told about the desire behind what I heard. This inhale was meant to taste, not to merely smell. A sensory not to be deprived. I notice the silhouette of my wife against the white walls, and her pants are pulled down to her thighs, her shirt is open, and. “Do you have a client for me?” I asked.“Yes, it’s a three hour appointment,” she informed me.“Who’s the client?” I asked.“Well, I don’t know. The job is coming through a referral. Us, ally I would not agree to something like this, but the middle man is someone I know personally and a very old client. So I had to consider it.”“What does this client want?” I asked.“I was told that this particular client wants someone young, between the age of 20-25, blonde, supple breasts and willing to do. She had a healthy figure but not supermodel hot, her nipples where thick and slightly dark. When she walks around in her bra I can see the darkness through the bra. Thats another thing. She would take her shirt off at random times and i'm totally fixated on her tits because I can see through the bra. She would watch TV and just take off her uncomfortable work uniform shirt for comfort and ignore the fact i'm looking at her tits. Other times I would see her naked was after a shower she. I tell her I’m sorry it can’t wait and the file I need should have been here first thing this morning. She’s obviously stalling as she twists a pen around her fingers, I can’t help but notice she keeps looking at her computer but she finally she says “okay I’ll see if I can rush it. Meet me here in an hour and I’ll do my best to have it waiting for you.” I tell her I’d be happier waiting right here for it and I sit down stubbornly at her desk. She laughs a little uncomfortable as.