She was fair with a milky complexion. She normally wears saari at home and is very careless about her dressing. The house is in the middle of the plan...ation and the nearest neighbor house is at around 100m apart and normally, no people from outside comes there.I think, because of this fact she was very careless about her dressing. So whenever she does any household work like washing clothes or collecting rubber latex, she will tuck her saree to her pettikkot knot. This will expose her milky. Her skirt was so short that I found myself staring at it hoping for a gust of wind. I stood there in my trance for what seemed like hours. The bartender was saying something, but I couldn?t hear what. Then I felt him tap me on the shoulder, ?Are you going to pay for that or what?? I was shaken from my trance and stammered a bit. Then, I handed him a $10 and walked to find this mysterious woman. I searched the bar for about fifteen minutes, but couldn?t find her. I was about to. Her man was pulling his had from her pants and I could smell her. Oh how I loved that smell, musky and alive. I felt a light tapping on my knee as some dribble played away in my ears. My head was foggy, that just woke up state where reality and dream meet. The lights were dimmed to just the running lights above the storage bins. A soft drone of the plane mixed with the muffled sounds of the late night flight. A snore, a whisper, and …. That smell. I could feel that knot in the pit of my. It didn't smell like piss. It would be poisoned. She wasn't allowed. Crying in frustration, Cadence backed away from the bowl. She forgot to stand up again - crawling felt right. She crawled to the cupboard, opened it, and got out a can of dog food. She used a can opener to open it, and then tipped the slimy, disgusting contents into the dog bowl, all over the sandwich. She saw her dog, Cubby, standing out in the back garden, looking in through the glass door, curious as to why Cadence.