"Look at her body, Esmeralda. Is this a body of an old woman?" No, she has a nice body, but her hands and neck and face discloses her age." Indeed, th...ere were some age spots on her hands. She lay next to me, all smiles. I think she was very happy. I think she was as happy as it gets."Why do you like anal sex so much, Gabika?" I asked."I don't want to say," she answered after a while. "Not when she is around." She doesn't understand German." I said. But I told Esmeralda to leave."Please, we want. No one will know if you sit naked under the table and swallow me once, twice, while I take a conference call.And so it went, my intern gratefully accepting my attention, until I came with a shudder that threatened to double me over.The next day was hot, windless, and filled with an urban humidity that made going outside a special kind of ordeal. I pulled on a t shirt and a pair of old shorts and settled in the living room to enjoy a day of reading in front of a fan.Jared didn't emerge from his. "She wears a plain brown sleeveless burlap dress. It almost looks like a potato sack with holes cut out for the arms and head. She stands tall and dark, with full hips and chest, and a rounded face with a flat nose. Her curly black hair has been cut short, so the shape of her head stands out.She speaks no English.The dress scratches and chafes, so she tries not to move."I said stand up straight, nigger."He puts one hand on her back, and another just below her throat and pushes, straightening. This is Talia! I thought to myself, in disbelief. You're actually doing this with Talia! I had fantasized about my stunningly exotic friend so many times I couldn't even fathom.Briefly, I flashed back to our first encounter, all those months ago, when she had landed on me in the hammock and passed out mid-kiss. But the two people in her bed right now were not the same two people from that night. She no longer saw me as a pitiable, unfuckable virgin, and I no longer saw her as an untouchable.