I thought my first visit would be to Ms. Devine, who had just had an argument with her husband on the phone. She was of Turkish origin and had married a man from the west. She was nice to look at, with long, curled dark hair, lovely, big dark eyes and a very pretty face, even with her broad jaw. I guess she was in her late thirties. Today, she wore a brown top and dark, rather tight pants and high-heeled shoes, and a open, white cardigan that showed off her enormous breasts. Her body was full and a delight to look at; i guessed her at about 40-33-38 at a height of 5'8. She noticed that I stared at her and probably guessed what I was thinking. She gave me an angry, but also startled, glance and walked away.
I went back to my room and packed my bag with some things that might be helpful. Then I returned to the hall and walked down to the room where she was staying. I heard her talking on the phone again. Nobody was around, and I turned off the light in the hall and spied through the keyhole. She was sitting on a chair, her back to the door. She spoke so loud in an argument that she did not hear as I turned the door hand le down. I waited some more seconds, and she ended the conversation. This was my chance to take her by surprise!
I waited two seconds then I dashed into the room. |