CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE

CONTRACEPTIVE IMPLANT

Clara and Frank had fun for a few more hours and were both exhausted when they went to take a shower together.

"My goodness! I don't even know what to say, except this, my goodness!" Frank laughed at her, both under the powerful showerhead, luckily the box was spacious enough to allow them to share the shower together.

Clara took the sponge from his hand, turned him around and began to scrub his back.

"Then it's my turn," she warned him. "Wow, you can see the screws under your skin, Frank!"

While she scrubbed and depending on the position he took as she turned him around to pass the sponge, the object under his skin could be seen perfectly, and you could almost see the screw ridges, the embedded striations on it. "That's cool. And does it hurt?" Clara ran her fingers over his skin.

"No, fortunately it's painless now, and in the part that I believe you're touching, it's kind of numb. Are you done?"

"Yes, now it's my turn," she turned around, gave him the sponge, a