Assumptions.

Mark exited the shower, drying himself with his white fluffy towel, he wrapped it around his waist and lay on the bed.

The steam simmered off his body and he put the aircon on to cool himself.

Cheryl stood at the dresser where his phone was kept. Mark noticed her looking at him in the mirror.

He was wondering why she had such a grim look on her face. He thought that they were over last night's argument. He had come home with roses again this morning. Was she not satisfied.

Cheryl walked over to Mark and climbed on top of him as he lay on the bed. Her arms on either side of this head. She stared into his eyes.

Mark was exhausted from last night. He thought his manhood was broken. It sure as hell felt that way. He looked into Cheryl's eyes, they were hypnotizing. A smiled tugged at the corner of her lips and Mark some how felt that she had something sinister up her sleeve.

He felt it in his gut. Cheryl was not the quiet average type. She was someone that was bold. She would make it k