" How the hell do you do that?" I asked, struggling to get my arms free. She just grinned at me then leaked down to kiss my jaw. I sighed, managing t... get one arm free to wrap around her. She wore plain black cotton shorts that fit snugly over her butt paired with a loose grey t-shirt that was at least two sizes too big for her. I wasn't complaining. In fact I rather liked the view that the loose collar provided as she leaned over. My fingers had barely touched the skin of her back. I leaned up against the cool wall and sat down in the tub/shower. Rachel did the opposite and used the running water to rinse the love juice off her face. After washing up a bit, she changed shower function to the main faucet and put the tub stopper in. While the bath water was running she stepped past me and sat down behind me, pressing her naked body against mine and slowly massaging my shoulders and lower back.“Oh man, that feels great, thanks Rachel, I needed that.” I could feel myself. What if I do have feelings for him, but I subconsciously destroy them because I want to be faithful to John. Is that wrong? Is that fair to Jack? But no, no, I don’t love Jack. Is it wrong for me to entertain the idea of loving Jack? Is that being unfaithful to John? It’s hard to know where the lines are drawn in the relationship we have. It isn’t wrong for me to have sex with someone, and its not wrong for him to have sex with someone, but emotional attachment is wrong. Why do we have to put. He began trying tothink of a way out of this place. The first step was to work out what he was up against.He lay there thinking for a moment with his eyes closed. The somethingoccurred to him. The maid had come in to run the bath as soon as heagreed to it. No one had told her to do it. It was possible that it wasjust coincidence, but it was far more likely that the room was undersurveillance. As a cop, Victor knew a fair bit about hidden cameras,two-way mirrors and other surveillance devices..