“Oh! brazzers free …I…not that….I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to suggest that we would always be-” she babbles. The big four-poster bed is draped with gauzy white fabric that billows gently in the breeze from the open french doors leading out to the balcony, overlooking the cocoa fields. She pulls the rest of her own clothing off and slides into the water behind him, settling him back against her. His hands are bound behind him and tears stream down his face. TBLTBLTBLTBLTBLTBLTBLTBLTBLTBLTBLTBLTBLTBLTBLTBLTBLTBLTBLTBLTBLTBLTBLTBLTBLTBLTBLTBLTBLTBLTBLTBLTBLTBLTBLTBLTBLTBLTBLTBLTBLTBLT
Under the bright lights of the spacious bathroom, she realizes her mistake. They are incandescent, passion glowing in the dark, urgent and fierce and smoldering. They had booked adjoining suites for their stay, posing as a married couple, and she wonders now if they will be retiring to their own rooms as they had for the previous two nights. “What?” he inquires softly. “Sore, but fine. “You can’t get those bandages wet.”
Red grins at her, “How about a sponge bath?”
Lizzie fills the tub with hot water and bubbles until it is waist high while Red strips off his clothes, leaving them in a pile in the corner.
