I passed his room and the door was still closed, so relieved I stepped in the bathroom and closed the door behind me and locked it. I never used to lo...k anything but after the assault I became very protective of my nakedness and my body in general which everyone (men especially) seemed to drool over. Disgusted of this taught I opened the shower door and stepped in, turned the water on and just stood there for a few minutes. Then started washing myself, not as roughly as I did yesterday, no,. “It’s me,” I said. “You don’t have to leave,” he said, propping himself uponto his elbows. There was something in his voice thatsaid while I might be company, anyone extra would be acrowd. So I closed the door behind me as I moved overto sit down by him on the bed. He laid back down, and for a few minutes neither of ussaid anything. I trembled, physically and mentally, atthe intimacy of the moment. My slightly blurry brainsearched for something to say. I. "Brembo brakes, slave & master cylinders."His wife stepped into the garage, "Timo ... sell the fucking car ... last chance."He kept on talking, "LSD, Green Injectors, Lumenition Engine Management, Uprated fuel pumps, Forged pistons, alloy sump, Big Turbo engine" He took a breath, "Front mounted Oil cooler and large radiator, braided hose kit. 3" Stainless Exhaust, long Coil Over suspension with Sport Quattro arms and aluminum strengthening bars."A pause, "Speedline alloy wheels. 8 sets of. She gasped as cold fingers caressed her breast and brushed her nipple. She released the hand that had been gripping her other nipple and drew her lover close. It was as she had always imagined. Hermione’s skin was supple, with firm muscle underneath. Her body gave way easily and eagerly invited exploration. Goose bumps rose wherever her fingers trailed and she learned the forbidden knowledge of her pleasure zones as moans and sighs rose and fell depending on where she touched. Hermione was.