When it reaches the correct level, you slip into the scented water, layback and relax. How I wish I were there to watch you wash your body. Actually I... wish I were the scrubby that you use. I would be able to travel over all of your most intimate parts. I would be able to feel the smoothness of your legs, the wetness between your legs and the hardening of your nipples as you ran me over them to clean away the rigors of the day. Would you be thinking of your husband as you washed? Would it cause. I saw the next door neighbours, the Oldcastles, peering through their curtains, but they didn't come out to see what I was doing ... maybe they guessed.By the time the locksmith finished his work at 3 pm every external door lock had been changed, with mortise locks fitted, and every window had locks.Phase One of Retribution initiated.I went for a pie and a pint at the nearest pub, and spent the next hour reading the local paper, then made my back to Kitchener Road and took up an observation. My muscles weren’t moving because I wanted them too. Instead, they pushed and tightened and stretched themselves, leaving my brain inside my head, screaming. I walked back to the cafe, grabbing my helmet and yanking it off. I breathed in the scent of corruption and filth and smiled brightly as I walked to the table.It wasn’t my smile.“Lass? What are you doing?” Lucas hissed. I didn’t respond.I sat down at the chair, my palms pressed there. I tried to fight, desperately, as I looked at the black. She knew Megan from the French class she did, but not anything more. I dare not ask her anything about Megan just out of fear that she might tell Megan that I was asking about her or connect that I was once Megan’s fuck-buddy.After staring at Chelsea for a few seconds I went back to going to my locker and grabbing my things. I was only dressed in a pair of panties with panda bears on them and a black sports bra. I hated my own boobs and how big they were, yet guys thought the size was the best..