Isaac handed it to her. She took it, tested the thick material, trying to stretch it. “It should be your size. If not, let me know and I’ll exchange it.” She nodded, her swim bag in hand. “I’ll come downstairs when I’m done changing?” “Sounds good.” He studied her for a moment, smiled, and then headed down the hall. What was down there? Probably his bedroom. He hadn’t said anything about taking her there, screwing her there, and she was glad. That was too much. She headed to the guest bathroom, feeling the same exhilaration she had the first time she had been inside it. It was huge, twice the size of a walk-in closet. There was a large tub with more nozzles than she could count. Three sinks, a large linen closet, a full-length mirror, a stand-up shower with two showerheads, and all sorts of accoutrements. It was so grand, so large, and she felt so small. She changed into her swimsuit, then pulled the wetsuit on, feeling more secure with her scars covered.
