--- An Hour Later ---

An hour after driving in the snowy, nevertheless, aesthetically glacial paths in Boston's outskirts as Timothy was utterly focused on the driving process unlike his former lover, who was profoundly lost in her snooze on the passenger's seat as the coat was bracing her torso, warming it, he parked his car in his owned private property as its buzzing car engine petered out in the background, ringing tunes in the unconscious blonde's ears.

As soon as Timothy got from the car by slamming the driver's door and opening the passenger's one, the middle-aged lady rubbed with her frail, milky as vanilla fists her drowsy eyes, coming to her senses at last as a cramped, sheepish smile cradled her naturally rosy-coloured, perfectly shaped lips.

"Surprise!" The younger man evoked out as if his plotted surprise eventually surprised his crush on their first date. Serene, benevolent smile crawled beneath the curves of his berry-coloured, dry lips. "We're home, Jude!" At the moment, the former patient got from the car as they were starting to take things inside the two-story house as they commenced with the box of Judy's paraphernalia, afterwards the front door was unlocked by him and Jude was met with the corridor's lobby as 5 hooks, 3 oil-painted pictures of famous artists hung on the corridor's walls, adorning it. Cherry wood gents dresser for storing shoes, followed by a large-sized window as its closed curtains guarded the hall from the day light, which spontaneously dispersed through the glasses of the window. The light yellow walls ideally matched with the brich flooring. She was beyond overwhelmed by the mesmerizing, cosy scenery of the luxurious property as she was head over heels with it. 

"Do I need to take off my shoes?" She enquired bashfully as she nibbled on her bottom, plumpish lip with her anterior ivory teeth as its teeth tips hardly grazed the silken skin of the lip. 

"If you think so," He paused as he gathered pair of comfy, warm slippers as the former holy woman was taking off her old, soiled shoes as it felt pleasant by the way they were peeling off her petite feet. "Why thank you, Timothy!" Her heart molted by hopping up in the comfortable slippers.

"No need to! Are you peckish and thirsty?" He posed the question calmly, dangling his strong, muscular arm around her shoulder as she sensed comfort and warmness, building its invinsible layer, coating her flesh and goosebumps blossoming underneath the concealed body parts. In the interval, they walked inside the kitchen.

"Yes, very much!"

"Alright! For lunch, there's a tomato soup or polish sausages with vegeterian salad. What would you rather choose?" The former nun seated on the kitchen table as her lukewarm hands pawed the edges of the table, whereas the former Monsignor approached the refrigerator, opening its door. 

"Tomato soup! May I have a glass of water, please?" She insisted politely, opting to not show signs of discourtesy, vomited in her demeanor and voice as she scratched reluctantly her head.

"Of course! Is that even a question?" He took the saucepan, pooled with tomato soup and setting it on the retro cooker as it allows it to zap it within a handful of minutes, taking off an empty, unused mere glass as he filled with it some fresh, cool water and handing it to his former lover. 

"Thanks!" She immediately took the glass of water, sipping as the sips transformed into chugs, instantly gulping the beverage within seconds without an ado. The cool liquid revitalized her organs and body from its wasteland of dryness.

Her hazelish-brown orbs wandered, scrutinizing the kitchen. Each angle. Each furniture which embelished it. 

Furthermore, her mind was flooded with thoughts as they resurfaced as icebergs in the glacial ocean especially questions. How long it has been since she has drank water? Patience enveloped her brittle heart, waiting for the lunch. She caught the glimpse of the clock, hanging over the cooker, indicating the current time as it was "12:30pm" in the wee hours of the noon. 

Suddenly the ice was broken by Timothy, snapping Jude from her train of thoughts:

"Jude, could you please help me with the lunch preparation?"

"Sure!" She backed him up by getting from the dining table, ambling up to him as she gathered 2 silverware spoons and 2 round bowls for the soup, besides napkins, in case if they spatter the kitchen's lesen baby blue blanket, decorating it. 

"Thanks!" She accompanied him as they were serving the requited stuff on the kitchen table for lunch as she placed a slice of garlic bread on each napkin. 

As soon as the saucepan with the tomato soup commenced boiling, hence, Timothy stopped it by scooping a couple of times soup pool in every porcelain bowl, thereafter setting them on their seats and sitting on the table, having lunch at last.

"Bon appeti, Jude!"

"Thank you and you too!" The both former members of the church bobbed humbly their heads, expressing their gratitudes to one another as they begun masticating, relishing their first moment of interaction, shared in having lunch. 

The initial minutes advanced in silence until the younger man asked in velvety, nonetheless indisputably concerned voice:

"Are you feeling better, Jude?"

"Yeah! Much better!" She replied in glassy, jaded manner as if she yearned to take a fresh, hot bath and catnap again. 

"Excellent! You will feel much better after a fresh, hot bath." 

The both adults couldn't repress sniggers, tickling the corners of their mouths after masticating the scooped portion of tomato soup, lingering on their tongues. 

Searing heat crept underneath her plump, well-defined cheeks as sanguine tinge tattooed naturally its once pale tone. 

--- *** ---

--- Several Minutes Later ---

After the lunch process, they washed the already used, soiled bowls and silverware eating tools as the native Bostonian informed her former lover she's going to use the bathroom to take a bath as he guided her and lended her a plain bathtowel, besides cautioning her, in case, if she needs help to cry out loud. 

As soon as she entered in the bathroom, subsequently she locked up herself inside the room by taking off each garment as it felt pleasantly relaxing by the way it peeled like snake of her flesh until she wore nothing else. In the interval, pantyhose, sweater, clean and new pair of lingerie and skirt on the hooks. As she twisted the bathtub's faucet, adjusting the pooling sea in the bath's warmness as her discarded garments and underwear were in the basin, seperated for dirty garments. 

In the meantime, the blonde waited a split minute for filling the bathtub with hot water until she tested with a forefinger, thereafter stepping inside it. When the stark, nevertheless, pale as ghost figure's skin contacted the pooling bathtub, the middle-aged woman allowed herself her body muscles to relax ultimately.

What Jude hankered for was staying in the bath for hours, allowing the muggy water consume each inch of her bare skin as if it was decorticating it by a psychopath, whose passion was flaying the corpses of his victims. 

At the moment, she applied honey shampoo on the scalp after soaking her lion mane of unkempt curly tresses, rubbing with her fingers, shampooing as its honey scent infected each strand of her mane. Thereafter she gripped the second sponge along with the jasmin soap, lathering it, brushing the sponge until it lathered, sleeving in bubbles and foam her bare body, cherishing its silkness which acquired. 

A half an hour after the bath, she got from the bath by drying her body with the towel and dressed up herself in the recentpy prepared domestic garments, the middle-aged lady fled the bathroom, entering inside the bedroom which was linked to the bathroom.

As soon as she set a foot in the sufficiently expansive room, her honey brown orbs were greeted by 2 grandiose, hardwood bookshelves as Russian poetry such as Pushkin's saturated in the corner of her eye. Monumental king-sized bed. 

In the meanwhile, she has chosen one of the books from the bookshelves by reading some Pushkin's books which included poetry as she was clung to the window, contemplating the snow, aesthetically hypnotizing snow landscape, portrayed outside. The hive of snowflakes tumbled down as a swarm of flying birds in the lucid sky. One of the fingers infixed the page where her current progress was, whereas another one scarcely brushed the window's glass, admiring its dazzling scenery.

To be continued...