Inertial pause.....all action suspended...momentary halt......life hesitates to move on,the past pulling it back and the future firmly beckoning.....

A cigarette is lit and the thoughtful eyes look on as if prophesising about something.,the body reclines back on the couch and his nostrils,slightly flared push out white languid fumes .the body; caught in its own weariness and reluctance to change.it had arrived at a point, and worked all through its life to reach it.now they want to push him further.to create a place? place for whom? he wont budge one inch!

And so he plants himself resolutely on the couch.He is dressed in nothing but a black bathrobe,slightly crumpled and not fitting in with the white leather sofa and the luscious decor of the room.He was wealthy and he made sure that his appearance articulated that most of the time.Except now.Right now he had other things in mind.

The bedroom door opened and a girl,barely clad, stepped out. Dressed in a white vest and lace panties..her nipples prominent and her dark tresses scattered all over her bare shoulders,she pulled a jar of apple juice out of the refregirater and drank.He watched her pink lips sink into the mouth of the jar,pressed firmly against it.....her slender body forming a perfectly shaped silhoutte against the wall..the sun catching her golden thighs and legs ...his eyes travelled all along her body..

last night had been good.yes definitely pleasurable.He wont mind having her again.He asked her how much she wanted and whether she'd like to go down all by herself or should he send for his car.She casually hinted the figure in a husky voice and said she'd like it if he could drop her to her house downtown..

she went back inside and closed the door behind her.Took a hot shower .Wiping her hair dry,she opened her purse and counted the cash.fifteen dollars.He would give her 250 more for her services.her services.she looked into the mirror.God had made her beautiful.one thing she was thankful for.for had it not been for her beauty,how would she and her kid brother survive?they were orphans,living in a bad neighbourhood.She had never gone to school and got pregnant twice.All of sixteen,she loved her ten year old brother and wanted him to have a decent education..and she,well she could pull on without it. in any case she didnt even have time for school with her day jobs and night services.She earned just enough to keep up their home, put clothes upon their backs ,food into their stomachs and send him to a school...her eyes were a beautiful brown..deep, if one cared to look inside them, and full of hidden meanings,repressed dreams, horrified memories and buried trauma....she wont let anybody retrieve them for her,her soul was closed.her heart had no place for god.she had only felt his cold shoulders...

she hurriedly slipped into her jeans and pulled on a top.Tying her hair into a knot,she scrambled out of the room...he was still sitting there,looking out of the window.He got up and handed her a roll of bills.."breakfast?"
"no,i'd rather hurry..samsom must be waiting..".Samson was her brother.
" right then,as u said, i have arranged for the driver to drop you home.There shouldnt be any problems.."
"Thanks.." she gasped,"i should hurry along now..''
"Yeah.." and he looked at her beautiful bosom.."i would call u if i need you again.."
she didnt reply and walked steadily out of the front door...

He kept looking at her till she disappeared down the terrace.His groin was aching.he couldnt call her back now.....and somehow it was more than just her body,her beautiful and firm curves.there was something more ..something he could not lay his hands on...something to which he could never have access ,no matter how many times he slept with her..it was something she had reserved deep inside.And he wanted to touch it.tenderly,gently.would she trust him..? but why would she?..infact why should she?? He didnt trust himself.....and still..the longing ....