once again she has mastered the art of getting stuck in the same empty room the one in which she ends up in after a rough night the intoxicated water streaming down her throat and down the most sincere part of any women flowing through every blood vessel he grips her thighs she accepts the hand shake the welcome the greeting instead he is the one coming in she serves tea coffee and truffles around the house she is the tour guide she opens the door to a room with double locks as she is putting her clothes back on he leaves without a uttering a simple goodbye thank you or ill never forget this as she walks back into the room in her mind where he first sat she notices the dust on the full plates and glasses coffee untouched tea untouched truffles going bad and she thinks to herself how could I do such a thing