I close my eyes and sigh softly at the touch of your warm, strong hand. You plunge your hand into the warm scented water, sliding it over my shoulder... and down my back, the velvety texture of my skin under your palm. The scent of my skin sends a jolt of arousal through your entire body, evocative of sweet honeydew melon and cucumbers, the smell of summertime. I lean forward in the tub, my head tilting forward to expose the nape of my neck, inviting your kiss. You set your champagne flute down. Sometimes I dream about how it would beIf fate had played its game differentlyBut then I remind myself of the reasonsWhy we broke up, why it was no longer funWhat happened, happened for the bestIs what I say to myself to put worries to restBut I know I am creating a false perceptionI miss you, it is a fact not a notionSince the day we broke upIn true love, I have stopped believingBecause even though people move onThe memories keep stingingI have already made peaceWith the fact that you are not. “Everyone loves Werewolves of London, but that doesn’t answer the question about the stuff you said we should see on that tape.”“I know, Mistress.” Helen said, with a puff of smoke. “That would be the point of avoiding a subject. It seems that’s not going to happen, though. So, yes, I tortured those pricks. Those women were not actresses, and they had far more than what I gave them coming.”She produced a balisong knife from a compartment in one of the armrests that looked to serve as Helen’s. I rolled Lisa's nipple between thumb and forefinger through the thin fabric of her new bra, and she gasped into my mouth. Her pussy, hot against my thigh, was now well beyond damp.We broke the kiss, and I stood, pulling her up off her feet. I gave her my best "mad scientist" schtick."At last! I haf you in my evil clutches!"She giggled. "Oh no! So what are you gonna do with me?"I hugged her tight to me and took four steps forward, over the edge and into the deep end of the pool. She came up.