“Do you remember how we spent the last Christmas together here, we were so eager to escape into this little bathroom, where you were SO ready to get on your knees for me?” I was nauseated by the memories as he would allow his hand to slip just enough to view the smear of my lipstick. “You looked just like this...teary eyed and displaced lipstick...Why don’t you be a good host and welcome me like that again?” I glared sharply at him before I would begin to adjust from the sink as he would stand back just far enough so I would be able to raise my knee to his groin and move to the door. However, with the small bathroom we were set in along with the long reach of his arms, I would be captured once again; this time it would be by my hair. Immediately, I would be taken against the door with a lo
