I had images of he and I, hot and sweaty, fucking like a****ls. I shook my head again. "Alright, everything looks good." he said, taking off his rubbe... gloves. My head shot up. "It's over? You already---I mean..." I wondered why you didn't seem to notice me using the speculum." My eyes grew wide. God I hated that thing. But somehow I hadn't even felt it. Hadn't known it was anywhere around me. Stupid fantasies. Or great fantasies. Depending on the way you looked at it."So, everything's good?" I. ”“We should have a bathing chamber at home for when we’ll return,” Thomas answered, nuzzling her neck from behind.“Mhm!” she purred. “Angela told me that she has a douche bath in her London house.”Thomas had never heard of such a thing and he admitted to it.“Well, according to Angela there is a water tank above the ceiling of the bathing chamber that leads into an inverted funnel with a strainer plate. There’s some sort of valve and if you pull a chain, water from the tank rushes through the. ‘The lady wears a bright red A on her quite impressive, bovine like bosom,’ a sinuous voice whispered in my ear. I saw a tanned hand reach over my shoulder and in slow motion, the knuckles brushed over the swells of my breast. His long fingers reached between my cleavage and pulled out a still wet, red petal. ‘Please take your hand away before I bite it,’ I warned James. I wasn’t up to playing games now. ‘Why, love, don’t you want your prince to claim you? I saw where you put that rose.’ . I however, was not placated, and wanted one last drink before passing out and throwing up on my pillow. I tiptoed, (or as best as one can tiptoe when one is drunk) towards the kitchen, past Rebecca and Alex's room. I looked in on my brother, and saw that he was still laughing in his sleep, oblivious to the sick he was painted in. I didn't normally look in on my sister, but I heard something coming from her room as I passed, and I gently opened her door. If the cold night air hadn't made me.