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where we can live."

    "Surprise
me."

    "Come
here. You can wash my back as I reveal all."

    He
smiled. "So I have to sing for my supper?"

    "Of
course you do."

    He
entered the bathroom which was filled with clouds of steam that
rolled around him as he closed the door. In the steamed-up bathroom
mirror Ruth had written "Ruth & Chris: TLFE."

    "True
Love For Ever?"

    Ruth
smiled through the steam. "Or until my millionaire comes along."

    Moving
her bra and pants away from the side of the bath, he knelt down and
retrieved the sponge from the water and began to work it into her
back.

    "Ow
... You're not polishing the car. This is real skin, you know.
Tender, sensitive skin. To be caressed."

    "I
know." He kissed her shoulder. It was warm, wet-and smelled
wonderful. "Mmm ... Nice enough to eat." He squeezed warm
water down her spine. She arched her back with a deep breath.

    "Hot?"

    "No
... Nice. Now, as I was saying ..."

    "Ah
... Where we live. Don't tell me. We throw ourselves on the mercy of
the Church and camp out in the graveyard, with tombstone beds and
tombstone tables to eat from? Perfect."

    "No.
Let me finish. Keep sponging my back. This is going to cost you.
You'll be my slave for a year after this. Mmm ... Don't stop. I talk
better when you're doing that."

    "I
hear and obey, mistress. Right, where do we live?"

    "It's
simple, Chris." She hugged her knees to her glistening breasts.
"We move in straight away. Brilliant or what?"

    "We
move into the seafort straight away?" Chris sighed. "But
you've forgotten one tiny, tiny point." He leaned back,
wondering if she was mocking him. "The seafort is derelict. The
rooms are packed with rubble, and those walls haven't felt the lick
of a paint brush in fifty years. So how?"

    "And
I thought you were the one with the imagination."

    "And
I thought you were the practical one. Come on, love. Be serious."

    "Be
serious, Ruth," she mimicked.

    She
looked up at him through the waves of steam, her eyes misty and huge.
That pleased expression told him she had a secret bursting to escape.

    "Look.
How much was that caravan going to cost for a year?"

    "Rent
at two-fifty a month. About three thousand."

    "Three
thousand? We can get a second-hand caravan for around five. Then we
site it in the courtyard of the seafort. And when I say caravan I
mean a decent one. You know, the kind you get on holiday caravan
sites. Bedrooms, kitchen, bathroom, all mod cons. That's it ..."
She wriggled in the bath. "A bit lower. Ah ..."

    "Five
thousand. That's eating into the budget a bit, isn't it?"

    "Not
a bit. Think of it as an investment. It costs us five thousand now.
In twelve months we resell. For what ... Four thousand?"

    "Keep
talking. I like what I'm hearing."

    "That
way our original budget for accommodation, three thousand pounds, is
slashed to one thousand-And there will be no traveling to and from
the seafort each day. And we will always be on-site if there are any
problems. Right, now you can call me Genius."

    "Genius
... Brilliant... Wonderful." He kissed her-with feeling. "You
are brilliant. You've saved our bloody skins." Elated, he dried
his hands on the towel. "I'll grab a paper and start looking."

    "Oh
no you don't, Chris. You'll finish what you started." Her look
needed no explanation. Her eyes exuded a smoky longing that sent
desire tingling through him.

    "Which
bit of my wife needs washing next, then?"

    She
lifted a wet strand of hair and flicked a water droplet at him.

    "More
back. Then you decide."

    First
he rubbed her back with long, slow strokes, squeezing out the sponge
as he did so, the warm water bubbling through his fingers.

    Ruth
let her head fall forward until the wet tips of her hair dipped into
the water.

    "Mmm
... that's nice." Water squeezed onto her bare shoulders
trickled down her breasts in glistening rivers. He dropped the sponge
into the water and firmly began to rub her back with his bare hands.

    The
skin felt smooth to his palms and fingertips-the