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were struggling to
escape from her throat.
    She imagined him pressing her
warm, naked body against the shower wall and feeling his erection against her
thighs, imagined him forcing his way into her. It was too much to resist. She
started cumming.
    She could feel the hard
uncontrollable contractions inside her and a glorious heat fizzling from her
pussy out to the rest of her body. A single small yelping sound made its way
past her lips. In that single moment she didn’t care if Jack heard.
     
    She hadn’t expected to play with herself;
it had been a need she felt come on by surprise. Now that she felt sated she
was a little embarrassed at having used Jack in her fantasies. After all, she
barely knew the man. The last two days had been so overwhelming; she didn’t
know what had overcome her. She decided it was probably just a necessary
distraction, and promised herself to try being a little less free-spirited regarding
this man who was really a stranger to her.
    The mirror was fogged over when
Margot stepped in front of it again so she wiped it down with the towel she had
dried off with. She was beginning to feel so much better. The last two days
were beginning to seem like they were merely a horrible dream. The face she saw
now looked years younger than the face she’d seen only twenty minutes before.
She bent down took her new clothes and toothbrush out of the bag she’d brought
in with her. She put on the black leggings and the grey sweatshirt and brushed
her teeth with some peppermint toothpaste. She took down her hair from the
towel and squeezed it dry. She felt tingly all over.
    Being that she was clean, her mind
turned to the pizza Jack had ordered. She couldn’t wait to eat. Before she left
the bathroom she collected her dirty cocktail dress and the rest of her old
outfit from the floor. She threw it all in the small trashcan beside the
toilet. She never wanted to look at those clothes again.
    She opened the door to the
bathroom and saw Jack sitting on the bed. He was shirtless and tanned. All her
thoughts about modesty and decency fell away. He was trying to clean the bullet
wound on his arm with some cotton pads he’d wet with whiskey. The grimace on
his face said it was painful.
    Margot was taken aback seeing him
this way, especially after what she’d just done in the shower. The wound itself
was shocking, but so was his body. There was a trail of dark, dried blood down
his right arm from a cut straight across his triceps. It didn’t look too deep,
but it looked deep enough. Beyond that, she couldn’t help notice that he was
more muscular than she’d suspected. The suit he wore had spoken little of what
lay beneath it. His chest was smooth and tan, his abs were chiseled, and he had
a thin trail of hair on his stomach that dove suggestively beneath his belt.
    Margot took in this wonderful view
for a few seconds before clearing her throat.
    “How is your arm feeling,” she
asked?
    Jack looked up from the bed and
met Margot’s eyes. He smiled.
    “It’s manageable. I need to wrap
it in a bandage though. Could you help? It’s impossible to do with just one
hand.”
    “Of course,” Margot said.
    She was relieved by the chance to
help him with it after all he’d done to help her. She walked over to him on the
bed and sat beside him. He had an elastic bandage lying out on the duvet that
she picked up.
    He looked at her eyes. All of her
makeup was gone now, and her slightly damp hair was draped over her shoulders
on top of her grey sweater. She looked comfortable and clean and charming. She
smiled like flowers and mint. She looked much happier than he’d seen her
before.
    When she lifted his arm up to
begin wrapping it he noticed how warm her hands were against his skin. It felt
really good when she touched him. He looked down to the floor, a little
embarrassed that he was thinking about it. He’d had a couple of slugs from the
whiskey bottle while she was in the shower to help with the pain in his arm