Then I want you to dress in the clothes that I sent you and meet me here.” He hung up without saying goodbye. Sherri took the bottles into the bat...room. She drew warm water. She laid the bottles out in a row on her dressing table. They were not manufactured bottles; they were hand blown, and each contained a cork. She poured a few drops from a dark green bottle into the bath. She undressed and stepped into the tub. She sighed as she settled in. The water had a hypnotic aroma that surrounded. ” My friend giggled as I said this. I continued. “It was the other stuff, you know, that we hadn’t planned for.”“Ohhhhh”, the flatmate responded. “You mean number two?”I nodded, my face now as bright red as it had been during the actual activity. My friend reached her hand over and squeezed mine in support.“And what you mean ‘more’?”, the flatmate asked curiously, picking up on that part of my comment.This time I looked at my friend for her cue but she semi-shrugged as if to convey that there. Her rage boiled as she waited and she was just about to bash in the door when he finally opened the door.She tried not to make a scene but all of her anger was focused on him. "How did you do that," she asked hoping she wasn't yelling."It's just a little bit of magic," he responded without pause and completely calm."What sort of answer is that," she stated trying not to let her arm act without her permission but she wanted to slog this man who could probably crusher but she didn't care. "I. The trouble is she cannot go home until the work is done. Because she slipped away this morning to confront Alan she was punished by her boss with the extra load. Trouble is she is going to be the one cutting out on her promised date with the man, which in turn is going to make her no better than him. Well, she’s not fucking anyone so that elevates her a little. What she should have done by now was to call him and let him know she would either be late or not at all. Honestly, Debbie pushed off.