The Tower of London - Behind the shinny doors

[Tower of London]

While Desmond walked through the office to the bookshelf behind his desk someone knocked on the door.

Desmond, you there?

Not now Helen! Not... now!

He looked harshly to the door. He needed to be certain his secretary wasn`t about to enter the room. Silence spoked behind the door. He stood there fixing the door, no shadows under it. She was gone to her secretary chores. He took a moment until he looked to his bookshelf. Statues, old books, coins. He fixed his yes upon a statue of a crow. This dark statue had 3 feathers on its back. He pushed one, than another and finally the last one. He heard a familiar sound of unlocking. He stared at the shelf moving to show behind it a door. An old wooden door with an electronic lock.

What was the code ?

His hand trembled while he typed a series of numbers. He wasn't`t nervous. No. This man had nerves of steel. He was anxious to put his daily life behind in that moment and start to begin his enjoyable, one might call it a hobbie, another could call it way of living, but it was something in his being that needed to be filled.

Desmond entered the dark room towards a small corridor. While the door closed in his back, his eyes got costumed to the glimmer. He smiled for the first time in this day. He started to take off his jacket, his tie, if someone saw him at that moment he was like a man who would meet his lover for the first time.

Entering the last room, at that point he was himself. His eyes stared her blonde hair falling on her naked neck and back. He fixed his eyes on hers. The blue on her eyes were watery. He smiled lightly. Her naked body was expecting him. He forced himself to stop to enjoy the moment. Her body shuddered with his eyes upon it.Her feet contract, while her body was touched by his warm hand. If she could say something in that moment it would be something like "Help me, please!".