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?