When I pull back into my garage, the mouth-watering aroma of food fills the SUV. I walk into the house with two fast-food bags and set them down on the kitchen counter. I open the fridge to see what the beverage options are. Beer. I shrug and grab two cans. I start to head to the bedroom, then suddenly thinking of something, I turn back and open a draw. Inside are neat rows of towels and I pick one up and soak the tip with warm water from the sink. I go to the bedroom but pause at the doorway to just look at her.
She looks so small, my Anabelle does, her sleeping head peeking out from underneath the enormous, lavender bed covers. I walk to the bed and pull back the blanket to expose her body to me. I gently push her thighs apart and apply the wet corner of the towel between her legs, fondly wiping her sex clean. She moans ever so slightly and shifts her hips as I mop up the evidence of my passion from her. Anabelle wakes whilst I am untying her wrists and I lift her into my arms. Leaving the bedroom, I take her into the living room and set her down on the love seat in front of the television. I retrieve our meal from the kitchen and set it down on the glass coffee table.