Former military head of state is putting things on the calendar to enable him kill Siva, a detective inspector. The unsuspecting intelligence officer believes that the former commander is helping him. The General is the person he least expect to be in his blacklist of people under his investigations.
One thing is clear to Siva: He has made many enemies through this job, but he doesn't know who they are. He believes that the General is one of his good friends he can depend on to back him if he comes to danger. How will he wriggle out of this rope when he feeds from the same dish with his friends who are his foes that desperately wants his corpse?
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Agatha pushed Siva away and stood from the bed and began to undress. Siva stood and his hand was feeling the smoothness of the curves of her naked hips.
'Your yellow skin is wonderful.’ Siva said.
‘You are crazy, but you are sweet. You are a player. I especially like that you get mad here.’
She left only the brassier on and began to unbutton Siva’s shirt.
‘Which scent are you wearing on your hair? Is it the one we bought that day we went to Leventis?’
'Yes, it's that one.'
'It makes you so soft and sweet that I want to cry.'
Agatha smiled. 'So, don't you want to kiss me?'
'Yes. I will do what you say. I will kneel down like your slave under you and bend my head and kiss you down there.’
When Agatha finished removing his shirt, she fell upon the bed waiting for him to remove his panties. When he had done it, Agatha whispered.
'Come baby, touch me again. Kiss me. I want you to nail me now to the bed. Don't you feel sorry for me, no. Nail me hard upon it.'
Translation in progress. Translated by André Weber
Already translated. Translated by Jose Saul Agis Garcia