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Chapter Two - Budgets
In the slipper bath, my hair piled up, pinned up away from the water, I stretch out, full length. One hand overhanging the rim of the bath, cradling a glass, I wallow in warm water and foam. Perfumed steam curls around me, fogging mirrors and settling, dew-like, on the bath edge tiles and the battalion of bottles they accommodate. “Think there"s room for two in there?” I jolt, then laugh. “Sorry, Master. I didn’t hear you come in. And yes, I think that’s just what they had in mind when they designed this bath.” He strolls across to stand over me. “I came in quietly. I wanted to watch my beautiful wife for a few moments.” He glances down. “Any left in the bottle?” “The last inch or so, I think. Why don’t you pour yourself a glass, then join me?” I hold out a hand. “Be with me.” His who
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