The woman was a sucker for a tricked out bathroom, and this one came fully loaded: russet Italian marble, bronze fixtures, a Japanese commode that washed and air dried after each use, plus a Jacuzzi with nozzles calibrated to hit all the right places. One night as she soaked in lavender-scented water she felt the bathroom’s fingers begin to press into her scalp, rubbing circles over the skin until she said, "yes, yes, of course, I’ll sign anything."
Kneeling next to her, he whispered, "I promise never to let us go underwater. The value of our love will always be greater than the payments we make to keep it alive."
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Hi Rethabile,
Captivating and very well-written. I particularly enjoyed the adept and playful, yet realistic, use of nuances of language.
Hi there Lynne,
It is a nice peace, cleverly written.
As much as I love baths, this really hits me hard...love it! Thank you for sharing. I missed this one on Christine's blog.
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