Redemption by Sam J D Hunt

Author:Sam J D Hunt [Hunt, Sam J D]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-10-14T16:00:00+00:00

Tara

“She’s so fucking slippery!”

I had to laugh the next night after dinner while watching this giant man try to bathe a tiny baby in the plastic tub in his kitchen sink.

“Are you using the baby wash I sent?”

I walked over to help him rinse Grace’s hair.

“No, it had like weird ingredients and shit. I special ordered this instead.”

“You live in a hundred-dollar trailer, have furniture from 1972, but pay forty bucks for organic, vegan, blessed by gold-plated monks baby soap?”

“Of course I do,” he said, reaching for the bottle. “That other stuff doesn’t matter. Her skin matters.”

With a big dollop of the over-priced product, he once again attempted to move her flailing, pudgy legs aside to wash underneath her. “What do you use on your own skin, Tara?”

I tried to think of what was currently in my shower. “I think I ran out the other day and grabbed the dish soap.”

He turned to me, biting his lip. “That’s just irresponsible. And wrong.”

“I get busy. And distracted. And…chaotic.”

“Unacceptable,” he said. He turned back to the baby, once again trying to hold on to her slippery, wet skin. “I’m coming over tomorrow to get you organized.”

“No, you can’t!” The thought of him anywhere near my condo made me panic.

“Oh, I’m so gonna. We’re about to spark some fucking joy in your abode, baby doll.”

Desperate to change the subject, I wrapped my arms around his waist. “Honestly, the easiest way is just to take her into the tub with you.”

“Holy shit no!” He reached for the plastic drain.

“It’s not creepy, Shawn, honestly. She’s a baby.”

“No, I don’t mean that. I mean getting in to a bathtub.”

“What? I’d take baths all the time if my tub were…”

“If it were what?”

“Uh, clean.”

I cringed at the thought of my gorgeous Jacuzzi tub, the one that was currently holding baskets of un-put-away laundry. The same tub that had some sort of pink film growing from the last time I used it for its intended purpose.

“I’m scrubbing your tub, you messy thing. But no, I’m not into sitting in water containing filth.”

“Shawn, your bathtub is spotless. Seriously, I’d eat dinner off of it.”

“Of course it is. But no, no still water for me. Never.”

“After Grace goes down, we’re getting in. Together. Naked. Surrounded by suds.”

“Naked, yes, suds, maybe, in the tub with water, no.”

“I’ll let you shave me,” I said in the most seductive voice possible. “Everywhere.”

“Yeah, then we’d be sitting in our own freaking filth surrounded by used hair bits. Seriously, Tara, what the fuck goes on in that beautiful head of yours?”

“Okay, then, what will it take to make it happen?”

“Not soaking in fucking Dawn dish detergent, for one thing.” He pursed his lips at me.

“Done. We’ll use your thousand dollar man-wash, curated in the Himalayas by virgins and swam over one bottle at a time by Michael Phelps himself.”

“Funny,” he said, wrapping Grace in her hooded towel.

“Name your price then.”

“We use my products, yes. We keep the faucet running, I get to indulge in my foot fetish, and…”

“And?”

“I get to put it in that place you haven’t let me yet.

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