Day 170
February 1, 2013
Christof becomes gets ill during the night and because I’m also feeling queasy, we spend the morning in bed. Calling to see if we can have the same room for another night, I’m put on hold,
– It is my ardent wish, a sensual Asian voice whispers in my ear, to be of utmost service and to fulfill all your wishes.
It seems that our wishes, despite her professed ardency, cannot be fulfilled: [Read more…]