They sat and had breakfast. Veronica cooked. She could really cook too. Most girls grow up around here never warming up their own tortillas. They make sandwiches or order pizza. Not Vero, She grew up on her own most of her life. Learned how to cook at a foster home she stayed at when she was in her early teens.
She was lucky when it came to the homes she ended up in. They always took good care of her and she always knew how to appreciate the families that took her in.
There were a lot of men at these homes so she learned very fast how her smile made men feel. She was lucky to have never been treated wrong by the men or women who she lived with. She smiled wide and genuinely. The only thing missing in her life was her natural parents. They died soon after she was born in San Diego. Never even had time to take a family picture or get their American ID’s. No one knew who they were or where from. Sure, that is a serious reason not to smile but time did heal her wounds and she accepted the hole in her heart a long time ago.
After breakfast, David left. Vero and Daniel were left alone.
They jumped in the shower.
Daniel went in the shower first. The hot water woke up his senses. The simple act of closing his eyes in the safety of his own shower was comforting. Steam entered his lungs and it had a cleansing sensation on his brain.
No matter how often you shower in jail, there’s always a film that develops on your body like soot. Like a mechanic, if you’re always around the dirty shit, it sticks to you. The hot water, the soap and the clean tile and towels took care of that.
Vero took care of the rest.
She entered the shower at just the right moment. She sensed it. As if she knew he had left all the jail crap run down the drain when he let out a primal sigh of relief. She came in and it was just Silent, the steam and her.
She lathered up and rubbed up against him from behind.
He sighed again.
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