Taking a sponge I began to wash your tense body. Every touch of the softness against your skin made your outer business man disappear, only to be left...with my exhausted baby boy. You have such lovely skin, a spatter of freckles across your shoulders, contrasted with your Mediterranean tones. You lay back as my hands washed down your torso to your hips, then slipping under the water to between your legs. Eyes half closed you sighed. “That feels so nice mummy, so nice”My hand doesn’t linger. Her face blushed red, "Sorry, I thought you were someone else." Oh, okay then." The man called back. She heard his footsteps walking up the room and into a cubicle well up from where she was. She could hear him pissing then his voice called out again. "You smoking?" Yeah, why?" She called back."You know that's illegal right!" Yeah, what of it?" Nothing." He replied. "Just fucking with ya, you got one spare?"'Just fucking with me?' She thought to herself. "Yeah, come down to the cubicle next to. .. I’m sorry. It just came out ... don’t cry ... we’ll ... just have to try it and see how it works. That’s all. I know it sounds funny, but I am not sure I can stand the thought of you with another man. If that’s what you mean?”}There was a strange car in the driveway. I took my foot off the brake and let the car slow on its own. A full size BMW, black and clean looking. I resumed speed past my house and circled the block. Then parked short of my house and switched off. Turning the. "Simon mulled this over as he pulled himself up to the upper deck of the bus. He'd managed to put enough away to get a car, if he needed to. He just didn't see that it was needed, just yet.Arriving at the stop for Marianne's house, he put all that aside. Whistling, he practically danced to her house.She was waiting for him at the door. She smiled as soon as she saw him, and reached behind the door to pick up her purse. She skipped down the path to meet him, and he lifted her up as they.