I walked slowly towards the sound of a gentle cry, which didn’t seem like from hurt, but joy. I walked gently and then silently, I opened the door and shut it behind me. Crates of drinks stood in stacks and I had to find my way around them to see for myself what was going on.

It was Malaya, my instructor. I smiled a little and watched as she stooped, keeping her waist high in the air and then her face to the ground. I saw the guy tap her waist from time to time as he moaned. She whimpered as he drove on, asking him to give her more.