It's been exactly three hours before the tinted doors of the car flew open revealing the figures of both Oscar and Trisha, stepping out of it.
Trisha's dress was dishevelled so that you could clearly make out the outline of her bra lines and its color.
When Oscar saw it, he pulled her close almost protectively, like he already owned her. Oscar did not want to accept it, yet it is the truth.
He had succumbed to his desires for Trisha. No woman would really make him feel this way. He suddenly remembered Anna and his heart skipped a beat.
Trying to be sure that what he felt is nothing but mild attraction, his mind diverted to thoughts of Anna and yet, Anna's figure in his mind transformed to Trisha.
A realization dawned on him.
He had to truly let Anna go…
Trisha mumbled a curse under her breath and started to properly straighten his shirt and tie– without hiding her shame, she looked at his crotch area to Oscar's amusement.
She sighed.
