Ms. A got out of the bath, foam sliding down her wonderfully manufactured tan skin. Her feet were perfect. The toes were divine. Red nail polish.

Golam gulped.

Ms. A stood her ground for a moment looking into Golam's eyes. Her own stark Baby Blues were penetrating him and she kept him locked in her gaze as she slowly sunk to the floor down onto her knees. She was still looking up into his eyes when she said, somewhat slanderously, "What do you want?"