lanselos_du_lac

Susan likes the weight of him - in truth, she likes everything about him. She rests there, cozy, for a good few minutes, arguably lightly dozing, warm down to her toes and worn out from her days of fretting over the entire bodyswap situation and (frankly) all of the sex she's had today. Eventually, though, she reaches one dripping hand over the side of the tub and retrieves a bar of soap. As she leans back against him, she remembers something. "Oh," she says. "I suppose I ought to mention - I slept with Janet."