WHEN BRANDY DROPPED IN

A honey trap that every man must be aware of.

- Mina Vora

Yes, I saw Brandy naked. And yes, I stared. I mean, which hot-blooded male could resist looking at her boobs; huge cup 'C' size globes that may as well have been begging for attention. And yes, I gave them plenty.

"Ronit! Stop staring!" she said, making no attempt to pick up the towel that had slid down her wet body in a crumpled heap.

"What the hell are you doing in my bedroom?" I said. "And for heaven's sake, please pick up your towel!"

"You are not supposed to be here!" said Brandy, bending down to pick up her towel. Her breasts jiggled a little with the motion. I am not sure if I moaned.

"You seem to have forgotten one little detail; this is my house!" I said my voice guttural. I was hoping against hope that she would not notice the bulge in my trousers.

"...And my bedroom."

"Yes, I am aware of that! But my shower wasn't working! I am Maya's best friend, and your neighbour! What is wrong with me having a shower in your house?" she said, the towel barely hanging on.

"What was wrong with my guest bathroom? The shower there not working either?" I said, retrieving a bit of my dignity.

"It's too small. I needed more space." Brandy shuffled her feet, looking me in the eyes, rather boldly, I thought; for someone who had just been caught without her clothes on.

"Too small? What did you want to do in there, Brandy; bathe an elephant?"

"Ronit. I am standing here in your bedroom wrapped in a towel. Are you sure you want to discuss my reasons for showering in your bathroom?" she said, pursing her lips.

"I will get my notes and go. Next time, please use the guest bathroom. Better yet, get your shower fixed." After a moment of hesitation, I turned.

"Brandy, Maya..." What the hell was I thinking? The minute I told her not to tell Maya, she would rush to call her.