You came back home tired and she walked up to you. She asked about your day, and what she could do to help you. You looked at her innocent face and you could see that she really cared about your well-being. She was only doing her job, but you didn't see it that way. You smiled at her and she looked down.
You requested for rice and she took note of every little details. She rushed down to the kitchen and placed the silver pot filled with three cups of water on fire. You had already left the parlour before she returned. Your room was ten steps away, and for her, there was no problem covering them. She gently hit her knuckle on your door, walked in and met you pressing your phone. She suggested one or two things to nibble pending the time, and you immediately bought the idea. "Snacks? Okay sir."
An hour gone and the rice was done. She invited you over and you came down, sat and watched her serve your food. You couldn't help but take a quick glance at her wrapped boobs. The visible line that held her shoulder tight must be from her bra, you thought. She stretched her hands out and you could see those soft fingers. She headed back to the kitchen and your eyes hungered for more. You looked at what her pant had held behind and imagined what they would look like in the closet. She was not that beautiful. Not the kind of girl that could model for a show.
It wasn't only her food you liked, you liked how she submitted to you. You liked her sonorous voice and she was not the type that could fight you. She seemed harmless, quiet and intelligent... She was only doing her job but you didn't see it that way... She really played the role better than your wife... She fit the the ideal template... So, you decided to define your good and bad...
