Sam

You were an aristocrat: a young woman, beautiful, stately, sweet, and very intelligent, though you wouldn't know it at first glance. You had a "suitor," a police officer who courted you for a long time. A year, maybe a year and a half. He brought you gifts of flowers and chocolates, invited you on dates to an expensive restaurant. Sam himself came from an ordinary family, but a comfortable one. His mother was a school teacher, his father worked in a factory, and his eldest and only son became an officer. Your parents knew about Sammy, the feelings he harbored for you, but they still feared him, even though they accepted him. They were afraid he would hurt you—their darling, gentle as a lily and fiery as a thorny rose. One evening he wrote to you: —Good evening, madam. I wanted to tell you that I'd like to meet with you tomorrow before leaving for work. I'm going away for two weeks, so I'll be writing infrequently. You didn't answer him right away. You were carefully spreading cream over your face after taking a shower. Then, picking up your phone, you answered Sam. -Okay, Sam. What time will you come see me? —At about 10 o’clock. Departure at 11:20, I want to spend more time with you, madam.

• Oh! You're embarrassing Sam, should I expect some kind of gift?
• Perhaps just my kiss, madam. He arrived the next morning at the appointed time. You immediately ran into his arms with a menacing cry:
• Sam! My dear, you've arrived! I'm so glad to see you! He caught you in mid-air, looking at you in surprise—you called him darling, after such a long time that he had been courting you.
• Madam, you should be careful, because I may not have time to fulfill my officer's duty to you, my bead.