Sandra's eyes darted through the entire room in an attempt to avoid his face. She knew he was staring directly at her. Her heart squeezed as she felt him boring a hole into her heart. Anthony was asking her to bathe him. Why? She looked up to him. "Don't be shy," She felt her teeth dig into her lower lip as she thought of the next move to take. "Do you want me to come get you?" He asked. His voice was so sexy when in such a low tone. She felt her guard breaking to pieces. She folded her arms across her chest as though it would protect her from the effect Anthony had on her. Her eye widened as she noticed him rising from the tub. In no time, he was directly before her. His height towered over her. She gasped as he picked her up, and headed back to the tub. He gently placed her in it, not taking off her clothing. Her skirt soaked up the water in the tub and her thin shirt grew transparent as it hugged her chest. He stepped in, sitting directly op

Sandra stood at the door with her handbag lazily hanging on her shoulders. Her knuckles had gone white in fear, and she relied completely on the handle of her boxes. Would she be taken in? She wondered silently. She pulled out her finger, pressing the door's bell. It rang out loud. She heaved a deep breath. If her calculations were right, the house shouldn't be empty. She looked at the black wooden door. It screamed class. She gulped down her fear. Her heart's beat increased as she heard footsteps approach. The door's handle bent down, and she watched as the door opened. Tanya stood at the other side draped in a short white dress. Her black hair hung up in a ponytail. She felt her chest tighten. Being the bad friend that she was, she had not checked up on her friend in a while. A long one at that. Tanya looked out the door, checking the environment. "Don't tell me you're still thinking you can shake off your husband." She said, placing

"What do you mean?" Tanya questioned over the phone,causing Sandra to groan. She tugged down the edge of her tight, black dress as she stared at the mirror. "Girl, I need you to talk to me." Her voice boomed through the phone's speaker. Sandra took a quick glance at her phone. "What do you want me to tell you?" "I need" she stressed cautiously " you to tell me who the fuck you're going out on a date with! I need details." "why?" She asked, smacking her lips together. "why? Are you seriously asking me why?"She scoffed,"You can't just drop a bombshell on me, and run off. " "what do you mean?" Tanya's groan filled the room. "you're a twenty two year old virgin who has refused any and every offer from literally any man that crossed your path since Anthony. All of a sudden, I get a call at two am-" "it's seven pm over here," Sandra cut in. "whatever" she waved off the remark. "I get a call from you, and all you say is 'I'm goi

"Hi," Sandra greeted, wrapping her arms around him. He enveloped her and she took a whiff of his cologne. Gosh, he smelt nice! "I love your cologne," she complimented, pulling away from him. "thank you. How are you?" He asked, holding her left hand. She felt her cheeks flush a bit. "I'm okay. A bit flushed and stressed." "Why?" He asked, scanning her face. She smiled as she noticed his eyes trailing her out look. "I just finished my workout and the heat did not make it all too bearable. " "I understand that," he replied, pushing off the strand of hair that covered her face. She flinched back, pushing the hair to its original position. His brow creased in confusion. "You look good." He complemented. She forced out a smile, knowing he was feeling rejected by her actions. "The cargo and top go together. Blue is a really nice color," he continued. It was the first time in months where she wasn't wearing a crop top, sweater

The door slammed in her face as soon as Tanya left the room. Sandra, feeling choked by the repercussions of her actions retreated slowly into the vacant chair her friend had just occupied. Her heart seemed to have sank to her stomach. She clenched it tightly, hoping to hold herself in place. She hadn't really meant what she said. She hadn't. Tanya wasn't a monster. She wasn't a saint either, but she was far from a monster. She sighed. In a way,she was right. Tanya was hurting these men and their families. Innocent people who had done nothing to deserve the sour plate of injustice she had dished for them. But was the truth worth her friendship? She collapsed further into the chair. Tanya was the only person she could ever run to whenever she was in trouble. Tan was her backbone. Her hope. Her candle in the midst of the darkness. Her doorbell rang, capturing her attention. Her nerves grew alert as she quickly rose to her feet. She quietly tiptoed to the door, avoiding any s