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blink lest she break it.
    Her hand reached her breasts once more, and it was his fingers that tugged roughly, sneering at her as the sharp pinch went straight to her pussy. It was he that lowered his eyes hungrily as if he knew precisely what the movement had done to her. It was he that smirked as he tugged the other, both simultaneously, and knew that she was clenching down on nothing, her thighs tense as her body begged for his cock inside her.
    It was he that dipped his hand beneath the water, searching and finding her aching clit. It was he who stared avidly at the bubble layer that covered her, making no move to sweep them away. He appeared to see through them as he roughly toyed with her, sliding one long finger inside of her. It was his demands that forced her to relax her body when she felt it begin to rise. It was him that wound her higher even as he demanded her to not reach the climax that she sought. It was he that made her release harshly with three fingers buried inside her, her hips jerking and the water splashing up against and out of the tub. It was his breath, not the water that put one of the candles out.
    And it was still he that plagued her as she pulled her tired, overheated body from the tub, dried he rself and lay down on her bed, still wrapped in her fluffy towel.
    Jenna felt fuzzy, the large splay of light from the window determining that it was in fact still daytime, and there was no reality in her artificial night. Everything seemed brighter then, from the view of someone who had just left a dark room. Her body was languid and cool, fresh against the soft sheets. Suddenly Jenna jumped, the bed springs compressing and startled her into drawing her towel tighter and raising her body into a sitting position. A ginger ball of fur sat, yawning widely and licking his whiskers.
    Jenna sighed, and rearranged herself to sit in a more dignified manner. “Hey, Furball.” She cooed softly, reaching out one hand to pet the large cat behind the ears. She sat a few moments, and then rose to dress. Before she could think better of it, she grabbed her phone from the chair beside her bed a dialled, bouncing her knee up and down as she listened to the phone ring.
    “Jenna!” Amelia sang. “You alright?”
    “Yeah, um, there was a guy at your party last night.”
    “There were lots of guys, you’ll have to be more specific.”
    “He was tall, with dark hair. Uh… he was wearing a faded shirt and dark jeans? Quite thin.”
    “Henry?” Amelia mused, rhetorically. “That sounds like Henry. He’s the friend I told you about; I haven’t seen him in a couple of years, and then all of a sudden he got back in touch. I didn’t even know that he lived around here now. But I’ve invited him to come whenever he wishes, and told him that I’ll inform him of any other events that I hear of. I’m not sure if he’ll go with it; he can be quite flighty, but he’ll probably come to ours. I can introduce you next time, yeah?”
    “Yeah, maybe. Anyway, that was kind of all I was calling about. Everything back in order?”
    “Yes, and I’ve just had a massive delivery dropped off. It was supposed to be at the store on Monday, but for some reason that I tuned out due to its appalling unprofessionalism, they’ve brought it round to mine today.” She sighed, and the phone crackled against Jenna’s ear. “Well, at least I can start now, and I’ll be ahead on Monday.”
    Jenna laughed. “You should get Dom to help.”
    “He’ll develop a sudden stomach bug, I’m sure. That or start playing with the stock.”
    “Well, I’ll see you Monday. Enjoy your weekend.”
    “You too.”
    Well, that was useful. Jenna mooched down the stairs and slunk into her living room, curling up on the sofa and pulling the half empty bowl of Skittles towards her. The Doritos were still there from the day before, and a hesitant sniff encouraged her that they were edible.
    And so, of course, she polished off both with a healthy dose of