Ella Lacey watched him disappear from the room, straightened up, and trotted out, stopping just inside the door. She pouted and said in confusion, "It's not like I haven't bathed with little boys before. I'm quite experienced, you know..."
Arthur Lindsey suddenly asked from behind her, "Ella, what did you say?"
"Ah?"
Ella jolted, quickly shut the door, turned around, hugged him, and laughed, "I mean, what's there on a man's body that I don't already know? Let alone a child, there's nothing to be shy about."
Arthur furrowed his handsome brow but didn't pursue the matter further.
However, Ella had inadvertently revealed her experience of bathing young boys, which now became a fact.
She wasn't talking about just anyone; she meant the President himself.
After undressing provocatively, Arthur carried her into the bathroom.
She buried her face in his strong pectorals, feeling a bit hesitant about when to tell Arthur the President's background.
"Ella, what are you thinking about?"
