My Blackberry rang about eleven-thirty.  It was Madame Senator telling me she wanted to issue a statement first thing in the morning about freedom or speech.  I grabbed a notepad from my bag and took notes.  Chris disappeared into the bedroom, then I heard him stirring in the bathroom.

“Babe, where are your matches?” he said hollered when I got off the phone.

“No smoking zone,” I hollered back.

“You know I don’t smoke!” he yelled.  “I’m lighting candles. Got a bubble bath running for you!  Come on in….”

He looked up and I was standing there in the doorway in a satin fuchsia robe draped off my naked shoulders.

“Beautiful,” he said. “Get in.  I’ll bring you a cup of hot tea.”

“I’d rather stir something else,” I said.

“I’m about to go so you can get your rest.  Sounds like you got a busy day ahead.”

“Sister needs some sexual healing,” I pouted.

“Sister needs some sleep.  Get in. Let me wash your back.”

“Only if you get in and let me wash your – uh – back,” I demurred.

“Woman get in.”

The aroma of the apple-cinnamon candles delighted me as I sank into the heap of foamy bubbles.

He playfully dabbed bubbles on my breasts then kissed my forehead.

“Sugar or honey?” he asked.

“Sugar cane,” I said nodding at his groin.

“I told you I’m not your Boy Toy,” he teased.  “I know your type.  Think a brother’s good for one thing…”

“The most important thing.”

“Relax yourself,” he said. “Peppermint, Lemon Lift, Raspberry or Chamomile?”

“Chamomile.  Splenda…Thank you.”

• Do you pamper yourself and allow others to pamper you?
• Describe your recent pampering.
• How did it make you feel?
• What are your beliefs about pampering – pampering yourself and others?
• Do you need to change your beliefs about pampering? Why or why not?