chapter 10 - the bath

Nicole started to fill her bath when she heard Joe come in. Seconds later he was at the bathroom door.

“What?”, Nicole asked?

“Can I use the bathroom real quick?”, Joe asked.

Nicole looked at him in disgust, “I am about to take a bath, can you not just wait?”.

“I am sorry, I just have to pee really bad and we just have the one bathroom.”, Joe replied.

Nicole walked past him, “Fine!”.

Joe walked into the bathroom and shut the door, a couple of minutes later the toilet flushed, he walked and said, “it’s all yours.”.

God he is such an annoying little creep, Nicole thought and walked back into the bathroom. The bath was nearly full, so she turned it off and then undressed. She stepped on the scale and waited for the result. A moment later 189.2 displayed on the scale. Fuck, she said to herself. Despite trying to diet, she was barely losing any weight. She blamed her roommate Joe for that. He kept the kitchen stocked with junk. Joe didn’t eat it, so she had no idea why he kept it in there, but it made it harder as she always had a sweet tooth, and sometimes a pop tart or snack cake was hard to pass up for her.

She turned at looked at herself in the mirror. At least I am blessed with good skin, she thought to herself as she looked at her body. She had just turned 42, but still got carded sometimes, most people thought she was in her late 20s. She was pear shaped, carrying her weight in her hips, thighs and ass. Her breasts were still perky, but not that big. She had always wished she had bigger breasts. If only my tummy went to my breasts, she thought to herself, looking her visible tummy. Her ex-husband left her for a young thin woman. Granted their marriage was bad anyway, but the fact he left her for another woman stung. She didn’t make the kind of money her ex-husband made, so after her divorce, she had to find a roommate, and Joe was who she found. On the plus side, location of their flat was good, she had always wanted to live in Midtown Memphis, but her ex had insisted on a house in the suburbs despite the fact they had never had kids. However, it sucked the place only had the one bathroom, and she didn’t like the fact she was a 42-year-old woman with a 23-year-old roommate. At least I look young, she thought.

Joe had seemed nice at first, and he was still nice enough, but he was such a nerd and such a little creep. She was constantly catching him looking at her. As fucking if, she thought to herself, and stepped into the tub.

Nicole lowered herself into the hot water, letting the warmth relax her. She just lay there in the tub, unaware that her roommate had poured a vile with hundreds of “Fasciola Appetitus” into her bathwater minutes earlier. By the time she got out of the tub and dried herself off, over a hundred of them were making their way to the appetite portion of her brain.