“Tessa!”
Some bidets come with- something tells me that I shall soon know
- make that face every time you fart
- both pickles and beer
- my wife is on the prowl
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“Tessa!” I cried. She was dripping wet and slippery with soap suds. “I haven’t seen you since… I don’t even know anymore.” I hoped it was the real Tessa, and not one of her robot doubles.
“It’s nice to see you, too,” she said. “But please put me down now. You smell quite peculiar.”
The fact that she could smell me didn’t prove she was human. Some bidets come with perfume dispensers, and some robots come with olfactory sensors.
I stepped into the tub and beckoned her to join me. The water was quite hot and the bubbles were fresh. She couldn’t have had time to finish her ablutions before I walked in.
“Something tells me that I shall soon know what you’re doing here, and I doubt I’ll like it. But until that moment comes, let’s just enjoy ourselves.”
“Okay,” my auburn-haired beauty said. “But only if you promise to make that face every time you fart so I can hold my nose.” She smiled coyly. “You know the face I mean.”
I did know which face she meant. And I wondered why she was trying so awfully hard to convince me both that she knew our shared history and had a sense of smell.
“Why do your armpits smell like both pickles and beer?” She handed me a washcloth.
“I was just in a wedding.” Which didn’t really answer her question.
The door to my suite banged open and I heard Fleur grumbling as she entered the room. I barely had time to whisper, “My wife is on the prowl,” and submerge Tessa under the bubbles before Fleur appeared in the bathroom doorway.
“A bath? How decadent. Perhaps I’ll join you.”
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