Grace Farrington

          Faz put her coat onto the back of a kitchen chair and sat down. She rubbed at the bandage on her head; the stitches that she had received to the wound on her scalp were starting to itch. She stood and walked over to the fridge. She opened the door and took out a cold bottle of Pinot Grigio. Grace always bought this type of wine because it had the twist open top. She hated trying to use a corkscrew. She poured herself a large glass full and headed for the bathroom taking a big sip of the cool wine on the way. She picked up the remote control for the stereo system and pressed play, Oasis started playing through speakers that were wired up all over the house.

           She took another sip of wine and looked at her reflection in the mirrored tiles that covered one wall of the bathroom completely. She chuckled to herself when she saw the bulky dressing on her head. `That is just so not cool Grace`, she thought. She turned her head to the side and peeled the bandage gently from the wound. The blood had started to form a scab already and she had to pull a little harder than was comfortable. Grace dropped the bloody dressing into the small stainless steel waste bin that lived beneath the sink. She looked at the neat stitches and decided that any scaring would be minimal. Grace turned and reached into the glass shower cubicle and switched on the hot water. She let it run for a while so that it could reach the perfect temperature while she undressed. She stood naked in front of the mirrored wall and looked at her body, turning one way then the next. Grace liked her body, she was lean and muscular, her breasts stood up on their own. Her black skin accentuated her physique; she narrowed at the waist and then curved at the hip. Her stomach was flat and defined with a small diamond piercing through her belly button. She ran her hands down her smooth lean body feeling the firmness of her breasts and the softness of her skin. “You`re looking good for your age, Grace Farrington,” she said as she stepped into the shower. She let the water run onto her skin soothing the troubles of the past few days away.                

             Grace heard the front door opened with a key and then shut again. She heard heavy footsteps heading toward the bathroom and she froze, holding her breath. The door opened and the man stepped into the room. She smiled and said,

            “What took you so long?” she arched her body provocatively.

           “I couldn’t get away from Timms. Is there room in there for two?” Tank was unfastening his shirt as he spoke.