I was that new widow, the third villa down.
I watched her command servants in the marketplace.
We exchanged glances at the spa. Then slowly, smiles.
We became lovers the night after her husband’s election.
I took her succulent, neglected flesh to unexplored ecstasies.
The long afternoons became ours, laughing, talking, fucking.
Each time, I listened. Until I learned enough.
I saw his evening silhouette on the balcony, but held myself.
I waited for the match to light, the cigar to be lit.
I felt I owed him that last taste.
A slow squeeze ended him, my business affair complete.
