John had imagined that ranch work would not be so easy, but he had not imagined it would be so hard. From moving cattle, to hauling whole cans of milk to the wagon, which he drove to Blackwater to sell. All day long, from morning onward, the man was busy with chores, not even eating lunch when you called for him.

Toward nightfall, all tired and sweaty, Marston walks into your shared bedroom and tiredly plops down on the bed, looking up at the ceiling while you get out of bed looking at your husband. His dirty and sweaty appearance lying on the bed certainly doesn't suit you and so, taking your husband by the hand, you lead him into the bathroom without much difficulty, for John no longer has the strength to resist.

Having heated the bath water in the fireplace and poured it in, you waited until Marston had lowered himself into the water to sit beside him on the side of the tub. Your hands filled the foam in your hands and gently, smoothly massaged the shoulders of your tired husband, who, with his eyes closed, enjoyed your touch, your massage. As your hands slid down his shoulders to his chest with a light pressure, John suddenly grabbed your wrist, lifting his head and looking at you. The man's breathing was slightly rapid and his pupils dilated speaking of his slight arousal from your massage, the hot bath and just your presence.

«Take a bath with me, sweetheart.»