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In the waters of the Turkish bath, Herbert took a break. Honest work was tiresome, and the taunts of neighbors did not make it any easier. Sometimes, the only thing you could do was look forward to the end of the day.
Her skin was as smooth as silk, but had the color of spoiled milk. You wonder how Jizzelle got like this. In her youth she had been a beauty, and the decline was steep.
Though he had reservations for dinner, Herbert decided to stay a bit longer at the baths. While he really did love Jizzelle, sometimes her hygeine issues were just too much to bare.
When she glided into the room, Arthella knew every eye was on her. Not every girl  embellished her plastic leg with glitter and sequins. The mother of pearl external brassiere was a special touch.
The chirping of the baby birds showed that they knew it was feeding time. Jizzelle was too lazy to feed them, and Arthella was not yet used to moving on her glittering prosthetic. Herbert knew it was his job, but somehow just did not care.
Unlike her sister, Arthella took a bath every day. The only problem was, she left the supplemental leg on. The glitter and sequins washed off the plastic leg, and caused major plumbing problems.
Before the rains came Herbert had wondered when he was going to work again. Being a rent boy was lots of fun, but the rude comments from Jizzelle were annoying. Now that the rain was falling, Herbert never lacked for something to do.
The broken perfume bottle was the beginning of the end for Herbert and Jizzelle. He bought the perfume to cover the revolting aroma. Herbert never suspected Arthella would break the bottle.
Despite many unsuccessful attempts ar reconciliation, the marriage of Herbert and Jizzelle was off. The many troubles stemming from hygeine issues could not be resolved. While Arthella thought she could snag handsome Herbert on the rebound, she too was destined for disappointment.
The slow, steady dripping in the bathtub could only mean one thing. Arthella had hoped to lure Herbert into the water with her for a prosthetic free romp. The only trouble is, Herbert had a date.
This story is based on an exercise at thewritersspot .