Putting on her pyjamas to brush her teeth, she elected not to put her slippers on, admiring the clean white painted toes of her pretty feet. She padded into the bathroom where Lewis had just finished taking a shower. His eyes trailed her body as they often did, no attempt made at subtly, her form-fitting satin pyjamas leaving little to the imagination, her belly-button piercing on display where the two small garments failed to meet in the middle.

"No lady friend tonight?" She enquired, trying to keep eye contact which was difficult because he was shirtless.

"I think she's still recovering," he quipped as he left the room, and Ankita...