When I did open my eyes, it was to a brightly tiled wall. I felt wonderful: weightless with the after-echoes of pleasure. Even the memory of it made me catch my breath. I took a few moments to collect myself, gathering my senses. I was still naked but immersed in warm bathwater in a high-walled, antique bathtub. An old-fashioned light fixture glowed softly on the ceiling, reflected gently in the mirror over the bronze sink, giving the bathroom a clean, golden gleam that made me feel sleepily ...