Luis saw his wife's eyes rolling around shiftily and knew she had some dirty idea again. Naturally, he was full of anticipation.
Tonight they had not set any exact goal, so there were no deliberate requirements on how far they had to go. It all depended on how far this thin layer of window paper could be torn through, with everyone harboring their own hidden agendas.
He smoked a post-coital cigarette in the study next door. At this moment he was so blissfully satisfied that his whole body felt weak. Of course, he still put on his only pair of shorts to cover up.
All the doors were open. Before long he heard movement coming from next door:
"You damn girl, are you trying to get yourself killed... let go of Mom..."
"Where are your hands going? You girl, have you really gone crazy..."
Luis immediately perked up. He instantly stubbed out his cigarette and walked back.
