Hearing the door to Debbie's bedroom close brings a smile to Cheyenne's face. I guess she found Ezra, she mused, turning her attentions back to the sensual Mr. Wilmington. Taking the bar of scented soap, she began rubbing it over his back and shoulders, making a lather in her hands to wash his hair ...massaging his scalp... then rubbing them gently down his neck and to his chest. Buck sighed his pleasure at her ministrations.
Suddenly the bar of soap slipped out of Chey's fingers and plunged into the depths of the water. Watching the twinkle in his eyes as he realizes where the soap has settled, he tells her softly, "Go ahead, Darlin'... get it."
Their eyes locked together as her fingers continued
moving slowly down into the water in search of the lost item.