It’s dark outside. I tug the stopper out with my bad hand, I listen to the drain gurgle as it sucks out the pink water. A barrage guttural noises announce my body’s annoyance with the turn of events. one-handed by pressing it against my stomach. Her breasts bounce freely, as she stretches to free a dry cloth from the top of my linen rack. Paul rolls his eyes and smirks. I writhe my neck to fight the sensation and turn away from her to hide my growing arousal. “You know she can’t stand the smell of cigarettes in the house,” Laura calls after me as walk into the kitchen and lay my smoking stick on the rock countertop. My hips fall below the waterline, I turn the water off, and close my eyes. She releases her lips from its previous embrace. Sheila drank that pack last night.” Laura says defensively a little taken aback at my outburst. “What the fuck Laura?”
She didn’t respond…the hell. “I don’t know,” she says a sounding a little disappointed. As I do,
