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sagged in the middle. There was a small chest of drawers with a
missing handle and a pathetic looking ceiling fan. Photographs had been
haphazardly tacked to the wall above the drawers.
    We both sat down
on the edge of her bed, but I was reluctant to make the first move. I wanted
to, more than anything. The fact she had invited me into her bedroom suggested
the attraction was mutual. The problem was that I could not get out of my head
the idea that I would somehow be taking advantage of her. The truth was that
before the attack, we had nothing. If anything was to happen between us, she
would have to be the one to instigate it.
    I rose from the
bed and walked over to take a closer look at the photographs. I hoped I would
find an ice breaker amongst them. They were mostly of Asia with her girl
friends. A lot of them seemed to have been taken at a club or a party. Sitting
incongruously at the centre of the collection was a postcard depicting a famous
rock singer. It was signed with a brief message, but I could not decipher the
handwriting.
    ‘You have a
surprising taste in music,’ I said. ‘I thought this would be a bit before your
time.’
    ‘I’m not a fan,’
she replied. ‘He’s my father.’
    ‘He’s your
father!’
    I looked at the
picture again to make sure I had not made a mistake. It was indeed one of the
biggest rock stars on the planet. I assumed she had to be having me on. Her
eloquence and obvious intelligence had suggested a good education, possibly
backed by money, but for her to be the daughter of someone so famous had
completely taken me aback.
    Was this a joke?
I was not sure if I should be offended or if I should play along. For all I
knew, she could even have been telling the truth. I turned to question her further,
but the sight I was greeted with soon blanked out any curiosity I might have
had. She had slipped out of her dress and was lying completely naked on the
bed. Her body more than lived up to the promise of her face. She had flawless
skin with just a smattering of freckles on her breasts.
    Like in the bar,
I briefly procrastinated, but only to make the moment last for as long as
possible. This time I was certain of what the outcome would be. She beckoned me
to join her by licking the inside of her lips. As I approached, I cast my eyes
over the fluid contours of her body, slowly, in order to fully absorb their
exquisite beauty. I had never wanted or felt more wanted at any time in my
life. As I removed my clothes and joined her on the bed, any worry of impropriety
became a distant memory.

 
    Chapter 2
     
     
    ‘You won’t last a
day.’
    ‘Are you sure
about that?’
    ‘I’ve never been
more certain. Before twenty four hours have passed, you’ll be so torn apart by
the loss, you’ll forever rue the day that you let me slip through your
fingers.’
    Asia was
stretched out naked on the bed. I know what you will be thinking right now, but
you are wrong. It was simply too hot for clothes. It was also too hot for sex.
If we wanted to do that we would have gone in the shower. The temperature in
the room must have been at least 37 degrees and the only air conditioning came
in the form of a pathetic single speed fan, which hung from the ceiling. It
rotated so slowly that I wondered if it was powered by electricity or a hamster
on a treadmill.
    ‘What makes you
think that you won’t regret our parting any more than me?’ I asked.
    She rolled onto
her back, adopting a position that was both vulnerable and alluring.
    ‘Because I can
at least look back and say I gave it a shot,’ she replied. ‘Will you be able to
do the same?’
    The morning
after the night before had long since passed and it was now late in the
afternoon. Despite it being less than twenty four hours since our meeting, we
had together experienced more excitement, fear and passion than most couples
would in months of dating. The sex was pretty amazing too. It did not seem
right to end it so soon.
    ‘I don’t
understand