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Layers – Chapter 2 Page 15

Greg took notice of the direction in which Paula was driving.

“What’s back in the city?”, he asked.

Paula seemed to be in a world of her own, and didn’t react straight away. After a short while, she said, “I need to go to my apartment for a while”. That was the extent of their conversation in the course of their thirty five minute drive in from Brooklyn.

When he entered her residence in the heart of the So-Ho district, Greg was struck by the fact that it was furnished pretty much as he had imagined. Total class, just like Paula.

“I’m going to take a very quick shower”, Paula said as she entered her bedroom. She paused and added, “If your’e hungry, the kitchen’s over there. Feel free to rummage through the fridge. And Greg, if there is a knock at the door or the phone rings, do not answer them.” With those words, she disappeared into her room.

Greg wandered about her living room, and immediately gravitated to a wall jammed pack with photographs. The odd thing about them was, they were all of Paula and a man whom he assumed was her father. From the backgrounds of the pictures, Greg could see that they were taken in a multitude of various countries. The fact that not even one of them contained an image of her mother piqued his curiosity.

“Care to join me?”, Greg heard Paula say, as she peaked her still dry head out from her barely opened bedroom door.

When he entered her bedroom, she was nowhere in sight. From behind another door, he heard what sounded to him like a bath being drawn. He quickly disrobed and entered the room from which the sounds emanated.

Paula was sitting up in a very large and luxurious hot tub. When she spotted Greg, she flipped a switch, and the water in the tub began to bubble. The very upper part of her firm breasts were exposed, the water now beating up against them. She began to wash her body with liquid soap.

Greg haltingly sat down directly opposite her. The water was hotter than he anticipated. Their legs rubbed up against each other beneath the surface. Paula began to drift towards Greg, slowly turning her back to him. She handed him the liquid soap.

“Can you be a sweetheart and wash my back?”, Paula asked.

He poured some soap onto her back and gently began to massage her. He ran his now slippery hands up and down the sides of her body.

Greg thought he heard a slight moaning sound, as Paula turned her body around and wrapped her legs around his stomach. They began to kiss, and when he entered her, there was little movement on either of their part. They both seemed to want to make this moment last for as long as humanly possible.

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