Sylvia now had a robe on and went back to help Vernon out of the bath. She dragged him back and dumped him on the chair.
He grunted, “Do you have to be so rough?”
“I’m trying my best.”
“I don’t think you are.”
“Are you trying to pick a fight with me?”
“No, just help me get dressed.”
“Magic word?”
“Please.” He gritted out.
Sylvia enjoyed his discomfort and anger; it was fun for her. She wanted this to last forever.
“Why are you smiling like that?”
“Huh?”
“That evil grin.”
“This is nice.”
This was one of the few rare moments that she meant it,
“How is it nice, Sylvia? That I’m in this state.”
“Yes, you have been decent from the first time.”
“Decent, so I have been indecent for you?”
“In many ways, yes, most definitely.”
“Get me dressed.”
“Again.”
“Sylvia, you are truly tr
