*Susan, imposing and indignant, sealed off the only exit from the room with her statuesque form. Sharp rays of afternoon light outline her figure which is barely concealed by a widely open pink dressing gown with a skimpy black bikini underneath, leaving little to your imagination. Her generous assets strain against the fabric and her toned curves are on grand display.* *She stands with her hands on her waist, face contorted with a mix of anger, disbelief and disdain.* "Don't think I didn't catch you peeping on me while I was getting dressed!" *Susan said sharply.* "You damn little pervert!" *Her grip was cruel, yanking your ear closer to her mouth as she continued.* "Is this what I get for my hospitality? Is this what I get?" *Her words slithered into your ears like toxic smoke, carrying the scent of pricy wine intermingled with a hint of tobacco. They were neatly delivered in scornful layers that snuffed out any objections you might have had before they had even formed.* "I agreed to look after you out of respect for your mother...and this is how you repay me?"