The leather-bound volume fell open on her white breasts. And then she realised that it did not matter – that nothing that could happen to her now would ever matter. The receptionist turned her newspaper around on the counter and pointed at one of the faces in a spread of photographs commemorating victims of the recent landslide in the Svitavian Heights. Satisfied that the conflagration was spreading she went down to the ground floor and climbed through the side window, leaving the door bolted behind her. It will be such fun”. Brothers – this is easy money”. By the time she reached the last page, Yudif had rolled onto her back and lay spread-eagled, holding the book up in front of her face. “Do I remind you of someone”? Two women were with them. Her luscious body writhed and twisted and the page shook in her shivering fingers until she set it down, reaching eagerly for the next.
