“He loved a hot shower, but hated washing Cindy’s scent off himself. They had shared a perfect evening. Candlelight and soft jazz, wine and cheese, back rubs and foot massages. And Cindy used her body to prove he was irrefutably, exclusively hers, at the same time demonstrating why he should want it that way. He could still feel the warmth of the night while drying himself. He planned a do nothing, robe and slippers morning. Maybe they would sit around and watch cartoons. Or maybe, they would st...age an encore of last evening. Wrapped in his navy blue terry cloth robe, Hannibal stepped out into his living room. The pleasing aroma of frying bacon started his mouth watering. “Cindy?” “In the kitchen,” she answered, and he reached the kitchen doorway before he heard “and we have company.” Cindy was at the stove, flipping silver dollar pancakes in a large skillet. Bacon crackled in a second pan. Over by the door to the backyard Jewel stood with her hands behind her. She wore a too small tee shirt and jeans which must have interfered with her circulation from the waist down.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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