Any moment I think about Annie, my heart freezes into something no one can describe. I always recall those moments with great nostalgia. This feeling cannot depart from me until I come to face the reality about life.
It was in December, the driest month of the year when all sticks and trees are clear and all streams are as dry as a rock. Impulse buying and selling at an all-time high β a very joyous month with many families celebrating long awaited holidays together. After we had performed outstandingly well in our areas we were invited to attend a seminar in Hong Kong.
It was the first time most of our fellow business partners had visited this area. We also needed to have some rest and a bit of talking and enjoyment. I noticed this was an exciting time for many. We travelled to Hong Kong by plane, a city most of us were seeing for the first time. I personally had heard so much about it; the tall flowery bougainvillea trees, beautiful network of roads both underground and over ground, the sweet breeze, beaches and the nice hotels.
I was looking forward to experiencing a happy-ending massage, so I ordered an outcall service on the first night.
A therapist arrived at my hotel suite in no time. Her name was Annie β one of the most famous and prettiest masseuse in Hong Kong. She was very beautiful and I was attracted to her as soon as I saw her.
