Later, Marianne hustled both her men into the bathroom. She wanted another shower, and this time she wouldn’t be alone. The three of them made the master bathroom seem to shrink, and the late hour and her long drive earlier conspired with her satiated post-coital bliss to make her drowsy. So she washed quickly—Johnny washed her hair while Ben sudsed her up, and she let the hot spray from the shower do the rest of the work. When she was clean, she left the boys to enjoy each other’s company in the tub and stepped out to finish getting ready for bed.
But first there were clean towels to put out so they’d have something to dry off with when they were finished, and clothing to collect—her underwear was still on the bathroom floor, and a trail of men’s clothes led down to the basement stairs,
