I took a break from work around 9:00 am, took a shower, and crawled back into bed next to Ava. She was content to Continue sleeping. Ava rested her head on my chest and dozed in and out of sleep. I rolled on top of her and kissed her lips, neck, and stomach. She didn't protest as I raised the turquoise shirt of mine she was wearing to expose her breast.
I made my way back to her lips and neck. "You let me keep this up, and it will lead to other things," I whisper.
Ava encourages me to continue, and we have sex a third time. She lays beneath me with her arms stretched over her head and her eyes closed, quietly moaning with each thrust. "God, your beautiful," I say to her.
The woman is never a disappointment. Things are cut short when my phone chimes indicating my ten o'clock meeting is about to start. Naked, I head to my computer to log into the call, and Ava heads for the shower.
* * *
Saturday, I am sitting between Tinkerbell and Tech. Tink has a wide grin on her face. It is the way she looks when she is drunk. We are discussing Ava, and I use an analogy to put things into perspective.
"You don't question your Polish maid who cleans your condo if she does her job, do you?" I ask.
"No," they admit. "She cannot even speak English."
"There you go," I conclude. "Ava is doing her job."
