“There, all done,” he says, stepping back to admire his handiwork. Sarah turns to face him, her arms still raised, and strikes a playful pose. She’s sitting on the edge of the bed, completely dry now except for her hair, which is still damp and slightly disheveled. He’s never felt so conflicted, so torn between his own desires and his sense of what’s right. When he finally turns around and sees her standing there, he does a double-take, his eyes widening in surprise. “Don’t you like my new dress?” she asks, gesturing to the robe wrapped around her body. “Yeah, I guess some guys might be into that. “What happened?” he asks, his voice laced with confusion. But how can he say no to her, how can he disobey her, when she’s already gotten him so worked up, when she’s already shown him that she’s in charge? Walking closer to the tub, John can see that Sarah is almost completely submerged in the water, with only her head and one arm resting on the edge of the tub. After all, she did come home with me.”
He shakes his head, trying to clear his thoughts. “Good. She looks down at herself and then back at John, her eyes shining with excitement.
