Decisions, Part I

The hot water caressed his body as Phin slowly finished lathering up.

The carnal thoughts filled his mind. What if. What might. What will. The soap slowly slid down his body, emptying into the drain below.

As he began to shampoo the hair, Phin felt the scratch upon his neck and remembered how it got there. A guilt ridden smile, one where you knew it was wrong but still did it, carved itself into the cavernous cheeks.

The water shut off and he immediately could hear the tell tale buzzing of a new message. Toweling off his hand, Phin tapped the screen to open the message.

Quid pro quo.

Always something for something. The smile left, leaving only the guilt. It would take another forty-eight hours to do everything she wanted. The bar of soap was, once again, looking quite inviting.