After Trung received his orders from Anh he quickly began gathering information about the Australian, and within hours had discovered that he'd been sent out of the country to cover a story in Bangladesh. Reporting back the next morning Anh listened in silence as he outlined what he'd found.
Dismissing him, she walked to the balcony of her apartment adjacent to the ChợĐồg Xuân. The question she turned over in her mind was, should she divulge this information to Mai to calm and reassure her or withhold it and see how things played themselves out.
Although Anh truly loved Mai she had been hardwired at an early age to use every advantage possible, irrespective of how small to ensure she initially gained and then maintained control. After all "information is power" she often thought to herself.
She began playing out scenarios in her mind as to how best to use the information that Trung had discovered, completely oblivious to the cacophony of sounds and smells emanating from the nearby market. She leaned heavily on the railing with both hands and pondered her next move as she stared into the crowded and congested epicentre of Hanoi. From her vantage point overlooking the market she felt like the queen of Hanoi, which arguably she was. Everything that occurred in the market - she knew about, every transaction - she took a cut of and every stall owner knew exactly who was in control, and it certainly wasn't the central government - her power in Old Hanoi was absolute.
The next morning Anh woke as the translucent light began filtering into the bedroom just before dawn, slowly running her fingernails down Mai's naked back, she leaned in and breathed deeply. Anh loved the smell of Mai's natural scent... Taking her time, she began to tease Mai awake by softly skimming her body from her neck to her hip and crease of her ass with the light touch of her fingertips. As she softly caressed her back and nibbled her neck she felt her nipples harden and the excitement grow inside her as her lips softly kissed Mai's beautifully sculpted neck from behind. Mai began to stir and rolled over, opening her eyes and smiling as Anh continued her morning ritual of waking her to make love. Their lips met as their tongues and bodies slowly entwined...
As they lay bathed in sweat under the slowly revolving overhead fan sharing a post-coital cigarette it was Anh who asked "have you heard from your mysterious Australian?" Mai took a long drag on her cigarette but remained silent.
The air suddenly seemed to thicken...
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