Haissa, an older secret admirer

The woman standing before you is plain, perhaps in her late 30s or mid 40s, a bit thick about the hips and rump, and with large breasts stretching the fabric of her peasant dress. You are surprised to see a woman so poorly dressed visiting you here. She grins at you, showing the yellowed teeth of a middle-aged peasant.

"Hii," she says. "I have been, uh, it's me, Haissa. Maybe you don't remember me, but I hired you a few months ago when you were working in the common area. And that night we made love, it changed everything, so I left my husband, and I have been saving and saving and now I finally can see you. And we can be together."

She takes your hands in hers.

"I just want us to be happy together she says," looking a bit insane.

Her grip tightens on your hands and she leans up to kiss you. She's smaller than you and probably not as strong, but there is something about this woman that makes you nervous. She's holding you so you can't escape her kiss unless you truly fight it.