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"Can you get the shampoo for me?" Granger asks, suddenly.

I look at the holder, where the shampoo is even open, as he has just used it. I furrow my eyebrows. “It’s in front of you.”

"It is?" he asks, and then I know he's not making a request of me, he's calling me to come there.

I take a deep breath. I used to be a girl who attended church religiously, almost every day. I barely recognize the libertine I have become.

I reach for the zipper on the back of the dress, sliding it down. I take off my dress, keeping the diamond necklace on, since I'm not wearing panties. I walk up to Granger, and the splashes of water hit my body.

I hug him from behind, scratching his abdomen just to get the feel of his firm muscles and warm skin against my nails. Our bodies come together under the waterfall of water from the ceiling shower, and I rest my forehead against his back.

I feel Granger's body tremble, and I realize that the reason is my nails running down his stomach. I press a little more, to le