I peered up at him. He was still scowling, but this time he looked gorgeous.
“You’re beautiful.” I brought my hand up to his bearded face.
He reared back as if I were going to spit on him.
“Oh, no you don’t, Jimmy. Not until you’re cleaned up and sober.”
He straightened me to nearly standing and pushed me along, letting me stumble away from him and back into the sink area of the bathroom.
He turned on the water and grabbed a couple of paper towels. After wetting them, he ran them over my face. The cool water felt wonderful. So I purred again. When I opened my eyes, his n*****s were rigid. This time I didn’t try to touch them, though.
He tossed away the paper towels without looking at me, grabbed another couple, wet them down, and ran them over his face, then his chest.
Before I coul
