It was Cynthia's third day back at this point. She had slept for almost ten hours the first day. Part of her had been mad that they had just let her s...eep but mostly she was happy that they had. She had needed the rest and besides which, they had left her there next to Virathea. Currently Cynthia was doing the one thing that she had refused to allow anyone else to do. She was giving Virathea a sponge bath. She knew that she had precious little medical training but she could do this. There was. They've emerged from the pool, wet and cool but warming in the sun, little goose pimples all over their arms and breasts and thighs amplified by the glistening wet sunshine on their lithe limbs, Claire's brunette hair wet down her slender back, her small breasts barely filling the a-cup bikini, pale turquoise against even paler white skin, her flat belly wet down to a swollen mons that fills the front of her pale turquoise bikini bottoms in a magnificently sexy camel toe, then long thin legs. Ana said it was fine and she would go back home in Ronnie’s car.I stopped at a gas station on the way, but Ronnie and my wife kept going. After fueling up I hit the high way and tried to catch them. I never did catch up them and I dropped the other guy at his place.As I pulled into our garage I noticed it looked like the house was still dark. My wife wasn't home yet I checked my voice mail and she had not called. About two hours later I heard Ronnie`s car pulling into our driveway. I stood back. Dry and warm but with that hint of coming rain. I nudged the hip lying next to me.“Woman,” I said.“Unh.” She batted at me.Another nudge ... a little more forceful this time.“UNH!” She said. “What?”“Woman, go close the flaps,” I commanded. “It’s going to rain.”She staggered up and headed for the door.I heard the two poles slide across the cover and neighbors asking.“What’s going on?”“HE says it’s going to rain.”A flurry of activity ... more flaps closing. A few thuds of rock on wood as anchor.