Grace complained as she walked into the room.
Suddenly, I remembered what happened last night and nervously asked Grace where she slept.
"Of course, I slept in the upstairs bedroom. Where else could I go?" Grace answered as a matter of course.
But I clearly remembered there was someone next to me last night. Could it have been a dream?
Just as I was thinking, the doorbell rang.
Mrs. Richter came in with a lunch box, saying she had made pastries for us to thank us for last night's hospitality.
Grace happily took the lunch box and went to the kitchen to plate the food.
Mrs. Richter had fair skin, a beautiful face, and long legs.
I felt embarrassed staring at her and was about to turn around.
Unexpectedly, Mrs. Richter suddenly stopped me and blinked at me, saying, "Darling, are you satisfied with my performance?"
I suddenly felt nervous and quickly looked towards the kitchen.
Grace was still in the kitchen and hadn't come out yet.
I asked Mrs. Richter not to joke around.
She pouted, "You treated me like that last night, and now you're pretending it didn't happen?"
Last night? What happened last night?