Man on the threshold.

With the sensation of warm water sliding over her skin, the naked woman comes out of the bathroom and in
front of the dressing table contemplates herself, recognizes herself as beautiful, splendid in her nakedness.

The man, standing in the doorway, looks at her.

She is perfumed and a jungle aroma fills the room; each movement of his hand partes her body, hints at what is
coming. Firm breasts feel the caress and become impatient. As if to distract herself, she combs the wavy spring
that reaches her waist; from her blue eyes sprouts the dark fire that overwhelms her.

The man, standing in the doorway, looks at her.

Already dressed, her nakedness is greater. Under the tight robe her hips portend abysses. Slowly, she makes
herself a drink, looks at his watch, and lays herself on the bed.

She is beautiful, the man thinks, and she is my wife.

Once again he feels the persistent desire to possess her. At that moment someone enters the house, the woman
smiles with pleasure. He has his own key, the man thinks and sees him go up, he sees her throw herself into the
intruder's arms.

The man, standing on the threshold, looks at her, looks at them and once again curses him condition as a ghost.