She poured some scotch into her glass, the iced cracked and she slammed the container of couch syrup down on the counter. Damn cold and flu season, it gets me every year! She sucked in a breath of air though her mouth and rolled her eyes. She hated it, she hated getting sick.
If she had to use three words to describe herself they'd be control freak, neat freak, and workaholic and when she got sick it came on hard and stayed long meaning she couldn't go to work and couldn't clean anything. Heck, she couldn't even get up to get a glass of water.
She walked to her bedroom, sniffing as she when. She stumbled around in the dark until she found her towel and went into the bathroom where the tub was full and waiting for her.
She slipped off her oversized t-shirt and then her lounge pants and panties all in one go. She sat on the back of the claw-foot tub, easing her legs into the steaming water then slid in the rest of the way.
She sipped her scotch and let out a moan of pleasure. She flicked off the lights and lighting struck in the distance. Resting her head on the back off the tub she felt her eyelids growing heavy...
She awoke suddenly, a heaviness holding her down. Dazed she tied to sit up in the tub, but found it impossible. Her vision came into focus, the dark figure of a man leaning down on her.
