CHAPTER FORTY-THREE

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Annalisa is scrubbing the life out of herself and cussing and then scrubbing ''Oh i will kill him by God i will. Rotten fellow, disgusting vile...argh my goodness!'' she smells her hands and then cries out, she grabs the sponge and then scrubs her face, her hands, her body and pours more scented oil into the water and then scrubbed some more.

Amerlye knocks and then enters, bearing clean towels in her hands. Annalisa stares at her ''Come here Amerlye, come rib this stench from by back!'' she snaps

Ameryle rushes to her and then soaks her hand into the water, she grabs the sponge and then proceeds to scrub her, Annalisa didn't stop cussing

''Oh my Goodness!'' she cries ''I pray he chokes on his vomit, i pray so i pray so''

''You do not mean that my lady!''