Daddy Duties

Wendy was in front of the mirror when Louis walked. She watched him approach her through the reflection on the mirror. She looked away when their eyes met.

He got to her, placed his hands on her shoulders and kissed her neck.

'Wen' He said, rubbing her tensed shoulders.

'That is what Rhoda looks like?' She asked, avoiding his eyes. She busied herself with cleaning her makeup.

'Uhuh?' Louis said. He waited for her to say something but she went mute. 'Is there something about what she looks like that you want to address?' He asked.

'Address?' She shook her head. 'I'm just saying that she's beautiful.'

Deep down, Wendy knew the word beautiful didn't do justice to a description of the woman outside her door. In fact, 'beautiful' was a modest word when it had to do with Rhoda. Rhoda was stunning. She had the build of a sexual goddess. Every feature on her face was so damn perfect. Every curve of her body was surreal.

Wendy had been sitting in front of the mirror, since she had been asked t