“Master, tea,” he said as he peeped inside the room. His
master was in a corner fixing his tie. The master’s wife, his mistress at the
dressing table, fixing her face. She glanced at him as he kept the tray with
the tea pot and cups down.
He poured a cup of tea for the mistress just the way she
liked it and handed it out to her. She had a scowl on her face. She took a sip
of her tea and made a disgusted face. “Is there no one in the house who can
make a decent cup of tea?” she asked.
He apologised for no fault of his. His master stopped her
but only so that he could yell. His eyes down, he heard it all. “I will take
care of it, master,” was all he could say. As he left the room, one could see
the smile on his lips and the gleam in his eyes for he knew that
once everyone left, the tables would turn. He would be the master of the
mistress on the master’s bed.
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“Master, tea,” he said as he peeped inside the room. His
master was in a corner fixing his tie. The master’s wife, his mistress at the
dressing table, fixing her face. She glanced at him as he kept the tray with
the tea pot and cups down.
He poured a cup of tea for the mistress just the way she
liked it and handed it out to her. She had a scowl on her face. She took a sip
of her tea and made a disgusted face. “Is there no one in the house who can
make a decent cup of tea?” she asked.
He apologised for no fault of his. His master stopped her
but only so that he could yell. His eyes down, he heard it all. “I will take
care of it, master,” was all he could say. As he left the room, one could see
the smile on his lips and the gleam in his eyes for he knew that
once everyone left, the tables would turn. The master would have to pay, in
kind.
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