One night, in the bath, Auggie read the Sports section on his IPAD while Benny reread Jane
Austen's Persuasion. She was entranced with the idea that you always end up with the right person,
Eventually. If it was meant to be.
Admiring her concentration, Auggie decided to stick his big toe up her bum. She dropped her
just-bought-that-morning-from-The Strand Bookstore on Broadway - book in the water. Being a
stickler for paper she started screaming.
“Auggie!” she yelled, “You ruined my book!”
“I'll buy you a new one.”
“That's, you know, off limits. I mean, if your toe can cause that much of a stir, I don't even
want to imagine.”
“Well, you better, because it will happen one day.”
“No it won’t.”
“Yes it will.”
“No it won’t.”
“I can be persuasive.”
“That’s what worries me.”
“Need I remind that you are in fact reading a book entitled Persuasion?”
“I haven’t read it in a while, Auggie, but I’m pretty sure it lacks an anal sex scene.”
He chuckled and put his IPAD down.
“Benny, there's...something you can do. You might like it, too. Being in the bath with you,
well, it brings out my creative side.”
He grabbed the naked, bubble clad Benny and dragged her over next to him, on his side
of the bath tub. He wrapped his arms and legs around her and held her into place.
“Are you going to drown me now? Like Michael Douglas did to Glenn Close in Fatal
Attraction?” she asked.
“No! Miss Paranoid. Give me your ear,” he yelled and then whispered something softly in
her ear. She started to get turned on.
“Yes, I think I can do that.” she softly whispered back. Not even believing she would be into
that. But it was Auggie. And she wanted him to take her places she was too afraid to take herself.
That was why she loved - him. That was why she chose - him. He was her playmate. They were artists.
He kissed her on the mouth.
“Seriously?” he asked.
“Seriously,” she answered back.
“After the bath?” he asked.
“After the bath,” she promised. She felt some contractions down there just imagining what
she would be like…what he would be like. Nothing turned her on more than fantasy, the idea of
something. Mulling it over in her brain just made the thought of the act that more potent.
“Why do you say yes to me?” he asked her.
“Don’t you know by now, I've been waiting my whole life to say yes to someone, Auggie.”
“Don't always give up a good fight.”
“Me, never. In fact, I'd like you to sign a contract before this all goes down.”
He sat up in the tub, blowing bubbles off of his lips.
“A contract? Okay. What terms do I have to agree to?”
“Grab that Village Voice over there and I will write it down.”
He stood up in the tub and grabbed the Village Voice and a pen. There was a giant mess, when
some of the newspaper dissolved into the tub.
She wrote feverishly until she finished writing and looked up at him.
“There, sign there!” she told him.
He grabbed the newspaper and read the contract.
“I Auggie Baxter, do agree to break dance in Times Square wearing a Kongol hat to
Grand Master Flash's “The Message” in return for a post-bath rim- job provided by one Cassandra
Bennett aka “Benny.”
“I'm a witness, so I have to sign, too,” she told him.
“Fine, I'll do it, not just for the rim job but for the opportunity for the world to see my awe-
inducing dance moves. I will make you proud of me, Benny. And you will be so crazy jealous of all the
Tourist clad ass I'm going to get. The girls, The girls, the girls, they love me.”
“Oh, we'll just have to see about that!” she screamed at him, pretending to be
mad, but actually mad as she couldn't bear to hear him talk about other women without wanting
to leave a bruise somewhere on his body. She started hitting him with the newspaper so he pinned her
hands down and laid naked above her naked body. They were both breathing heavy. She could feel his
erection pushing hard into the skin of her thighs.
“Benny... I could just do it right now. Just let me do it. Let's...just do this.” he moaned to her.
Benny, who could not move a muscle, held captive by his expert high school wrestling moves.
“No...no,” she whispered back, shaking her head back and forth.
“Benny, you’re turning into a Blue Baller!” he yelled, frustrated.
“I am not a Blue Baller!” she yelled back.
“I thought you wanted to say yes to me. Say yes to me, Benny.” he asked, looking down,
above her. His tiny eyes seemed desperate.
“Just a little longer, okay?” she teased. He had an icy look on his face. She kissed his cheeks
and then he warmed up again.
“You're my girlfriend, now, Benny,” he told her. That word would never get old…girlfriend.
“Now, I signed your damn contract, so...get to work.”
He released her. She pulled the drain out of the tub and stood up and found a towel. She put her
hand out for him. He grabbed it and she helped balance him while he stepped out of the tub. She took
the towel and started drying off his taut body. Appearing clean and dry, she stood behind him. She was
still taller than him. She would always be taller. Then, she whispered into his ear: “Tell me what to do,
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