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“
Let
’
s
go
have
a
bath
.
”
Oh
?
He
takes
my
hand
and
leads
me
into
the
bedroom
.
It
’
s
dominated
by
a
super
-
king
-
sized
bed
with
elaborate
drapes
.
But
we
don
’
t
stop
there
.
He
takes
me
into
the
bathroom
,
which
is
two
rooms
,
all
aquamarines
and
white
limestone
.
It
’
s
huge
.
In
the
second
room
a
sunken
bath
,
big
enough
for
four
people
with
stone
steps
that
lead
into
it
,
is
slowly
filling
with
water
.
Steam
rises
gently
above
the
foam
,
and
I
notice
a
stone
bench
that
runs
all
the
way
around
the
bath
.
Candles
flicker
to
the
side
.
Wow
…
he
’
s
done
all
this
while
on
the
phone
.
“
Do
you
have
a
hair
tie
?
”
I
blink
at
him
,
fish
into
my
jeans
pocket
,
and
pull
out
a
hair
elastic
.
“
Put
your
hair
up
,
”
he
orders
softly
.
I
do
as
he
asks
.
It
’
s
warm
and
sultry
beside
the
bath
,
and
my
camisole
starts
to
stick
.
He
leans
over
and
shuts
off
the
faucet
.
Leading
me
back
into
the
first
part
of
the
bathroom
,
he
stands
behind
me
as
we
face
the
wall
-
sized
mirror
above
the
two
glass
sinks
.
“
Take
your
sandles
off
,
”
he
murmurs
and
I
oblige
quickly
dropping
them
to
the
sandstone
floor
.
“
Lift
up
your
arms
,
”
he
breathes
.
I
do
as
I
’
m
told
,
and
he
lifts
my
camisole
over
my
head
so
that
I
’
m
topless
standing
in
front
of
him
.
Not
taking
his
eyes
off
mine
,
he
reaches
around
and
undoes
the
top
button
on
my
jeans
and
the
zipper
.
