It was a very small bathroom and it didn’t take long for the steam to fill it up and cover the mirror. It was so hot in there that it had gotten har...d to breath. I stepped out and wiped off the mirror. I was a mess. My pale blonde hair was in knots and my face was red hot. I looked at and admired my body. Naked and wet I was only about 5 foot 7 and 165 pounds. My breasts were uneven but that was easily fixable with a bit of padding. There really wasn’t much fat on me, I was pretty muscular.. Could he love a whore? Her own self confidence shattered, she simply no longer could be certain of anything. But was it fair to Paul to continue this charade? He loved her, she knew. Torn and racked with remorse and guilt over what she had allowed herself to become, she decided to appeal one last time to Eric for the incriminating tape. If nothing else, perhaps she could, at least, protect Paul."Eric, I want the tape of Paul and me." I just bet you do," he said smiling."No, I mean I'll do. As he loaded supplies into the pickup, he put in a few extra bags of seed and fertilizer. When Henry put the tailgate up, Rose spoke up. "You didn't have to do that."Henry wanted to say he was sorry about last year, but just kept silent. He watched as Rose and her father drove off with the supplies. He just reminded himself how pretty her breasts looked the year before, and how she helped him out with her lie.The following week, Henry spotted Rose cutting through the back field as she walked. It was not large but it was a fairly open floor plan, only the bedroom and the adjoining bathroom had doors or even separating walls. The kitchen was along the back wall and the rest of the space was a great room. Wood floors with throw rugs to keep the noise down held a couple of deep couches and book cases. The entertainment centre, with a TV and stereo were against one wall. Opposite the kitchen wall was a series of high arched windows, the blinds fully retracted to let the morning light.