The villa was silent as the night - save for the sound of crickets chirping and the occasional rustle of leaves outside, as a gentle breeze passed through the palm trees. The moon casting its soft, ethereal glow through the slanted slits of the privacy-shaded windows. I could just make out the curve of her thick, soft soles. Resting alongside each other, beckoning another lapse of "the urges" to take hold. I breathe it in, quietly getting out of bed and summoning my cell's record feature... My Lotus was used to this by now; it was our little ritual, our sacred therapy.

The villa was silent as the night - save for the sound of crickets chirping and the occasional rustle of leaves outside, as a gentle breeze passed through the palm trees. The moon casting its soft, ethereal glow through the slanted slits of the privacy-shaded windows. I could just make out the curve of her thick, soft soles. Resting alongside each other, beckoning another lapse of "the urges" to take hold. I breathe it in, quietly getting out of bed and summoning my cell's record feature... My Lotus was used to this by now; it was our little ritual, our sacred therapy.