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She laughed。 〃You're younger than I thought。 Look； its midnight。〃
〃So？〃 He stared at her。
〃The deal was two bills till midnight；〃 she said。 〃You're all paid up。 It's three bills from here till morning。 But that includes breakfast。〃
He laughed。 〃You're worse than MCA。 O。K。； it's a deal。〃
She smiled and got to her feet。 〃e on。〃
He followed her into a large bathroom with a giant square marble tub sunken into the floor。 There was a rubbing table against the wall under the window。 She gestured to it。 〃Get up there。'
He sat on the edge of the table and watched her open the medicine cabinet。 She took down a safety razor； a tube of shaving cream and a brush。 She filled a tumbler with water and soaked a washcloth under the tap。 These she placed on the edge of the sink near the table。 〃Lie down；〃 she said； dipping the brush into the tumbler and working up a lather with the cream。
〃What are you going to do？〃
〃What does it look like？〃 she asked。 〃I'm going to shave you。〃
〃I shaved this evening。〃
She laughed。 〃Not your face； stupid。〃 She reached out a hand and pressed him back onto the table。 〃I want to see what you look like underneath all that fur。〃
〃But… 〃
〃Lie still；〃 she said fiercely； already beginning to brush the lather on his chest。 〃I won't cut you。 I used to do this all the time when I worked in the hospital。〃
The lather was oddly soothing。 〃You worked in a hospital？〃
She nodded。 〃I graduated from nursing school when I was twenty；〃 she said。 〃Cum laude； too。〃
〃Why'd you leave it？〃
He scarcely felt the razor moving over his body。 She turned to rinse it under the tap。 〃Sixty…five a month； eighteen hours a day；〃 she said； turning back to him。 She began to lather the other side of his chest。 〃And too many jokers thinking it was free。〃
He laughed as the razor glided across his stomach。 〃That tickles。〃
She rinsed the razor again。 〃Turn over；〃 she said。 〃I want to do your back and shoulders。〃
He rolled over on his stomach and rested his face on his arms。 The faint menthol smell of the lather came up into his nostrils。 He felt the razor moving quickly over him。 He closed his eyes。
She tapped him on the shoulders and he opened his eyes。 She reached into the cabinet and took out a bar of soap。 Breaking off the wrapping； she handed it to him。 〃Now take a hot shower and scrub yourself clean。〃
The water shot down at him in a needle spray； filling the stall with steam and the scent of jasmine from the soap。 He could feel his skin beginning to tingle and glow。 When he came out； his face was ruddy and smiling。
She held a large bath sheet toward him。 〃Dry yourself and get back on the table。〃
He toweled himself quickly and stretched out。 She took a small hand vibrator from the cabinet and plugged it into the socket。 She began to massage him slowly。 The buzzing sound of the vibrator seemed to stretch and loosen the muscles in his body。 〃This is better than a Turkish bath；〃 he said。
〃This is a Turkish bath；〃 she said dryly； then switched off the vibrator and threw the towel over him。 〃Now； you just lie there for a few minutes。〃
He watched as she leaned over the marble tub and turned on the water。 She tested it carefully until it was just the temperature she wanted； then let it run。 When the water had risen about four inches up the side of the tub； she turned it off。 〃O。K。；〃 she said。 〃Get up。〃
He sat up； the towel falling behind him。 〃You know；〃 she said； 〃you don't look half bad with all that hair off。〃 She kicked the bathroom door closed； revealing a full…length mirror on the back。
He looked into the mirror and a smile broke over his lips。 She was right。 Suddenly； he looked twenty years younger。 His body was clean and white under all that hair。 He even felt slimmer。
She smiled at him in the mirror。 〃Enough narcissism；〃 she said。 〃Get into the tub。〃
He sat down in the water。 It was just slightly warmer than body temperature。 〃Stretch out。 I'll be right back。〃
He leaned back in the tub and in a moment； she came back into the bathroom。 In one hand she carried a magnum bottle of champagne； in the other a small vial。 She put the champagne on the floor； opened the vial and let a few drops from it fall into the water。 The heavy scent of jasmine immediately filled the room。 She put the vial back on the basin and picked up the champagne bottle。
Expertly she ripped the foil and sprung the wire from around the cork。 The cork popped and the champagne flowed over her fingers。 〃You forgot the glasses；〃 he said； watching her。
〃Don't be silly。 Only fools drink this stuff。 This is for the tub。 It's better than bubble bath。〃 She began to empty the bottle into the water around him。
The wine fizzed and tickled his skin with a refreshing sensation。 She put the empty bottle on the floor and took a cigarette box from the cabinet。 Opening it； she took out a cigarette and lit it。 He smelled the dull； acrid pungency of marijuana。
She dragged once on the cigarette and held it toward him。 〃Here；〃 she said。 〃Two puffs。 No more。〃
He shook his head。 〃No； thanks。 I don't go for that stuff。〃
〃Don't give me a hard time；〃 she said。 〃I only want to slow you down a little。〃
He took the cigarette from her hand and gingerly put it between his lips。 He drew on it。 The smoke went down deep inside him。 There was no need for him to blow it out。 His body had soaked it up like a sponge。
He looked down at himself in wonder。 Suddenly he felt so buoyant。 His body was so clean and strong。 He looked up at her as she stepped into the tub。 He dragged on the cigarette again。 He could feel himself floating lightly in the water。
〃That's enough。〃 She took the cigarette from his lips and tossed it into the bowl。
〃This is crazy；〃 he said； smiling； as she stretched out in the water beside him。
〃It had better be；〃 she said； lowering her head to his chest； where he lay covered with a shallow layer of water。 He gave a start of surprise as he felt her teeth scrape lightly across his breast。 She raised her head； smiling as she looked at him。 〃It had better be；〃 she repeated。 〃That bottle of champagne cost me twenty bucks。〃
He never knew exactly when the idea came to him。 It was probably while he was asleep。 But it didn't matter。 It was there when he came down to breakfast that morning。 And he had the confidence that came with the success of many such ideas in the past。
She looked up from the dining…room table when she heard the sound of his feet on the staircase。 〃Good morning； Mr。 Bonner。 Hungry？〃
He returned her smile with appreciation。 〃Starved；〃 he said； surprising himself。 It had been a long time since he'd felt like eating a good breakfast。 Juice and coffee was his usual routine。
He saw her foot move as she pressed a button on the floor under the table。 A chime echoed from the kitchen in the back of the house。 〃Drink your juice；〃 she said。 〃Your breakfast will be out in a minute。〃
He sat down opposite her and lifted the large glass of tomato juice out of the ice in which it had been resting。 〃Cheers。〃
He looked at her with approval。 In the clear light of morning； there wasn't a trace of a line on her face。 Her eyes were clear and dark and there was only a light touch of color on her lips。 Her pale…brown hair was secured neatly behind her head in a pony tail。 Her arms were tan against her white； short…sleeved sport blouse； which was tucked neatly； almost primly； into a casually tailored； gored skirt。
The door behind her opened and a heavy…set Mexican woman waddled in carrying a large tray； the contents of which she transferred to the huge Lazy Susan in the center of the table。 Then she deftly removed the empty glass from in front of him and replaced it with a large dinner plate。 〃Café； un momento；〃 she said quickly and vanished。
〃Help yourself； Mr。 Bonner；〃 Jennie said。 〃You'll find ham； bacon； steak； kippers and kidneys on the plates with the green covers。 There are fried eggs； scrambled eggs and French fries under the yellow covers。〃
He spun the Lazy Susan until he found the ham and served himself。 As he filled his plate； the Mexican woman came back with a pot of coffee and hot rolls and toast。 He looked down at his plate。 The ham was just the way he liked it。
Jennie was helping herself to a generous portion of steak。 〃You set a hell of a fine table；〃 he said as the Mexican woman filled his coffee cup。
Jennie smiled at him。 〃There's nothing cheap in this house。〃
The Mexican servant walked over and filled Jennie's cup； then waddled back into the kitchen。 〃You look like you're playing tennis this morning；〃 he said。
She nodded。 〃That's exactly what I'm doing。 I play for two hours every morning。〃
〃Where do you play？〃
〃Bel Air。 I have a standing date with Frankie Gardner。〃
He raised an eyebrow。 Frankie Gardner was one of the top tennis pros in the country。 He was expensive … at least twenty…five dollars an hour。 〃Is he one of your customers？〃 he asked curiously。
〃I don't play with my customers。 It's bad for business。 I buy his time like anybody else。〃
〃Why？〃
〃I like the exercise；〃 she said。 〃It helps me keep in shape。 You know by now that sometimes I put in some pretty long hours。〃
〃I see what you mean。 Have you ever thought about d