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The water was as warm as Deildartunguhver in Iceland.
It filled up most of the flat bottomed vessel.
But that was the way that she liked it.
Her body lay inside, legs draped over the ledge as her head rested at the back, with those pretty blue eyes closed.
One of her hands smoothed back her dampened hair that met with the water.
The other hand had enclosed the neck of the bottle on the tile next to the tub.
Her painted, pale blue nails tapped the bottle to a song she'd heard earlier on the radio.
The perfect body moved oh so slowly, lifting the bottle to her lips, opening her eyes just a moment.
The blue eyes glistened with a glass layer.
It was only Day Three, but she looked sedate.
Day Two was spent here too, but not in the same way.
The perfectly tanned body had been arched in pain as her thighs straddled the porcelain bowl that her head had been dipped in.
Yesterday was the only day that she didn't think about him.
But today; today was different.
They had made love in this tub before.
Lips to skin.
Hands exploring places.
Moans and pleads for more.
She brought the bottle to her lips again and took a long swig from her Russian friend.
Her body trembled at the thought of sleeping alone again and the water that surrounded her trembled too.
How many days until he came home?
She already knew that every inch of her flawlessness was going to be alone on Day Three.

Description
The water was as warm as Deildartunguhver in Iceland.
It filled up most of the flat bottomed vessel.
But that was the way that she liked it.
Her body lay inside, legs draped over the ledge as her head rested at the back, with those pretty blue eyes closed.
One of her hands smoothed back her dampened hair that met with the water.
The other hand had enclosed the neck of the bottle on the tile next to the tub.
Her painted, pale blue nails tapped the bottle to a song she'd heard earlier on the radio.
The perfect body moved oh so slowly, lifting the bottle to her lips, opening her eyes just a moment.
The blue eyes glistened with a glass layer.
It was only Day Three, but she looked sedate.
Day Two was spent here too, but not in the same way.
The perfectly tanned body had been arched in pain as her thighs straddled the porcelain bowl that her head had been dipped in.
Yesterday was the only day that she didn't think about him.
But today; today was different.
They had made love in this tub before.
Lips to skin.
Hands exploring places.
Moans and pleads for more.
She brought the bottle to her lips again and took a long swig from her Russian friend.
Her body trembled at the thought of sleeping alone again and the water that surrounded her trembled too.
How many days until he came home?
She already knew that every inch of her flawlessness was going to be alone on Day Three.