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MY GUESTBOOK
Andie wads up a paper towel and uses it to plug the sink. You remember her doing the same thing in the first apartment you lived in together after you were married. The dog devoured the kitchen sink�s plug and your nephew needed a bath in the worst way. Andie had always been able to make her mind work in ways that you never could make yours and you�re sure that you would have ended up letting your nephew go home with wet dog food covering every inch of his body if she hadn�t figured out a way to turn the kitchen sink into a bathtub.
As the sink fills slowly with warm water Andie squirts a liberal amount of the weak pink soap substance onto her palm before letting the rushing water wash it off, turning the sink into a tiny bubble bath.
Without a word Andi started rolling up your sleeves until your forearms were bare to the elbow. You let her, willingly playing her full-sized human doll, and, not for the first time, you marvel at what a wonderful mother Andi would have been.
The next thing you know Andi has lowered your hands into the warm, soapy water, and she�s using her fingers and another paper towel to gently clean off the remaining blood from your skin, even managing to get the blood that was only in your head.
You don�t know how long your hands are in the sink, but by the time Andi decides you are finished your fingers are prune-like and the water is closer to cold than it is to warm.
�Better?� Andi asks softly as she helps you dry your hands. You nod and she graces you one of her big beautiful smiles as she rolls your sleeves back down and buttons them at your wrists with careful and precise fingers that have done the same thing hundreds of times before. She used to like to help you get dressed, buttoning buttons and tying your ties, and you would smile and laugh and allow her to have her fun because she would stand so close to you for several minutes every morning, her hair still wet from the shower, wearing her bra and a pair of panties, sometimes wearing garters and thigh-high stockings as well, but never anything more than that, and there is nothing in the world that you could deny her when she�s standing in front of you with those pleading eyes and sexy tilt to her hips and so much creamy skin so close to you that it takes every ounce of restraint you have to refrain from pushing her back onto the bed and forgetting about work and the world outside of Andrea Wyatt-Ziegler.
Once she has fixed your tie and smoothed your hair down she presses her lips to yours briefly, just long enough for you to want more but not long enough for you to do anything about that desire. Sometimes you forget how much of a tease Andi could be at times.