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immediately apologizes for sounding so sleepy.  He had a
long day as well and decided to go to bed early.
     “I miss you too much.  If I’m awake, I think about you
being so far away the whole time.  So I decided if I could sleep, time would
pass a bit faster.”
    “Oh you are so sweet.  I miss you as well.  I would never
have been able to fall asleep if I could not hear your voice.”
    I tell him about my day and about going to dinner with some
of the other teachers.  But I do not say a word about Anton being there.  What
would he say if he had to know that Anton was among the group I had dinner
with?  Would he understand that I got forced into going?  That I could not say
no without it looking very suspicious?  I hate hiding things from Thomas since
I also expect him never to lie to me; not even by omission.  However, telling him
these things over the phone feels too risky.  What if he does not understand
and I am not there to really explain everything to him?  I would rather just
wait until I am home and then tell him everything.  In any case, it is not like
there is really anything to tell.  Why would I want to fill his mind with
worries about Anton being at the conference?
    After about twenty minutes, we say goodbye.  I walk through
to the bathroom and draw myself a deep bubble bath.  I feel relaxed after the
wine at dinner and having talked to Thomas. 
    I allow myself to just lie back in the bubbles and let my
mind drift.  The sounds of Gheorghe Zamfir’s pan flute fill my ears when I
switch my iPod on.  I relax and my hands start exploring my skin under the
water.  With Thomas being in the front of my thoughts, it is easy to make
myself believe it is his hands caressing my body.  My fingers finally find
their way down to my pussy and I gently massage the mound surrounding it.
    Fright is not the right word to describe the feeling I feel
when I suddenly feel another hand over mine.  I gasp when I open my eyes and
see Anton’s bloodshot eyes right above me.  I can now smell his alcohol-laden
breath in my face while his right hand pins mine down under the water.
    “Anton!  Get out!  How did you get into my room?”
    He laughs and it is clear that he is very drunk:  “Nothing
that I cannot get some waiting staff to do for me.  I convinced the cab driver
to tell them that I am too drunk to get to my room on my own, so one of the
bell boys brought me upstairs and gladly opened your door, thus letting me
inside.  They must have believed that my sexy wife is waiting for me.”
    I push him away and he has to take a step back in order to
maintain his balance.  He is very drunk.  I am now lying under the bubbles,
wondering how to get out.  I have no choice but to ask him to hand me a towel. 
He steps back but this time he is too drunk to keep his balance.  He falls and
I use the opportunity to get out of the bath and grab a towel. 
    Sitting on the floor now, Anton grabs the towel and part of
my leg.  I am wet and his hands slip off me.  He only manages to hang onto the
towel.  He grabs at me again and this time he gets hold of me.  He tugs at me. 
I lose my balance and come down hard on the bathroom floor.  For a few seconds
the world around me goes black.  Immediately Anton tries to roll on top of me. 
He tries to kiss me in my neck but only manages to reach my shoulder.  I start
fighting back but his heavy body pins me to the floor while he fiddles with his
zipper.
    He pulls his dick from his pants and swears.  He rubs his
limp dick against me, while saying, “Come on, Doll.  Don’t be like this.  Open
up.  I want you.”
    “Anton, get off me!”
    I start crying.  Different feelings roll over me, none of
them positive.  Anger, revulsion, nausea all take over and I try to fight the
big bulk off me. 
    I hear him swear again:  “Fuck!”
    He lifts himself and I see him looking at his dick.  It
refuses to go hard and hangs on him like a limp vegetable far beyond its