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restaurant to be delivered in about an hour. That would give me time to receive the order, put it in the refrigerator, and finish getting dolled up in my new dress before Mark came home from work.
    I ran upstairs to start my bath. I absolutely could not wait to get in the tub and play with the shower massage. I stripped off my clothes. I could only see myself from the waist up in the small mirror over the vanity. It was still a pretty big shock to see my hair, but I was enthralled with the image of the woman who stared back at me. She looked so confident and sophisticated.
    I turned my attention to the tub. It was almost full, and I gently lowered myself down, eager to spread my legs and open the water streams of the handheld showerhead on my pleasure spot. As soon as my bottom hit the tub, I felt a terrible stinging around the area that had been waxed. I looked down and was horrified to see tiny red spots of irritation where the hair follicles had been pulled out. Crap! Not sexy at all.
    I looked over to the corner shelf where I stored my creams and oils for the bath. I selected an unscented soap and gently washed the area with a soft cloth. The redness seemed to diminish, and I focused on rubbing my clitoris and stroking the soapy folds with my fingers. I relaxed back into the bath pillow and reached for the massager handle. Turning it to a gentle setting, I sprayed up and down the length of my pussy, teasing myself until the pull in my belly was almost unbearable. Then I pushed up the pressure, pointing the jets directly on my clit until the waves of contractions unleashed within me.  
    I turned off the water, and lay still with my eyes closed, feeling satisfied and relaxed. I noticed my orgasms were longer, harder, and more fulfilling—practice makes perfect. I giggled, and promised myself I’d increase the sessions until I was the queen of orgasms.
    I was getting out and drying myself when I heard Mark come in downstairs. Shit. He was super early. I grabbed a shower cap and put it over my hair so he wouldn’t see my new hairdo and wrapped a big towel around me. I timed my exit from the bathroom with his entrance into the bedroom.
    “Mark, you’re home much earlier than I expected. Everything all right?” I tried to be super casual.
    “Yeah, I wasn’t feeling well, so I called it a day.” Mark sat on the bed and started to take off his shoes. Even ill, he still was a neat freak, and followed a precise routine when dressing and undressing. “Jen, I hope you won’t mind if we don’t go out tonight. I’m not up to it.”
    My heart sank to my stomach. If he didn’t feel up to eating dinner, it wasn’t likely he’d be up for the night I had planned. Then I got an idea. “No, we don’t need to go out. I’ll order in some dinner. Why don’t you take a shower and lie down for a while?”
    “I think I’ll skip the shower for now and try to sleep it off,” Mark said, leaning back to recline on the pillows.
    “No, no. Listen to me. A hot shower will help you relax and wash away the tension of being crouched over your desk all day. I’ll start the water running for you so it’s good and steamy when you get in. Then I’ll fix you a nice cup of tea to sip on before you lay down.”
    I didn’t give him an opportunity to respond. I went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. When I came out, he was getting undressed, putting his clothes in the hamper, and placing his shoes in the floor rack of his closet.  
    “Good, “ I said. “When you come out, I’ll have your tea ready.”
    Mark smiled at me. “Thanks, Jen.” He came close as he passed me on his way into the bathroom. “You look—good, even in your shower cap. Did you do your make-up different or something?”
    I was thrilled that he noticed. “Yes! I was getting ready to go out when you came in.”
    “Sorry to disappoint you. Maybe tomorrow?”
    “Sure. But I think you’ll feel better soon.”
    While Mark showered, I fixed a very strong