In the morning, Hank drew a bath for Anna in Rio's walk-in tub. While she reclined in warm water up to her chin, he sat behind her on the red plastic stool, working the snarls out of her hair by washing it in the oak bucket.
"Tell me how you did that thing with your hands," she said, enjoying herself immensely.
He stroked her cheek and kissed her forehead. "I do a lot of things with my hands," he teased.
She swung at him feebly, attempting to give him a smack. "You know what I mean. You were, like… in me. Inside my mind."
He focused on washing her hair. "Anna-san, I honestly don't know. It's as new to me as it is to you."
"She taught you," Anna guessed, referring to Rio with a sneer. "Didn't she?"
"Rio. Milton. Aika." Hank said. "It's something to do with being a Dot."
"How come she knows?"
"Some people know they're a Dot. They've known it long before PEP Tests came out."
"And they can do magic?"
Hank pondered. "I don't think it's magic. I think it's the way the world works. Like how it is underneath, where you can't really see what's going on."
Anna took a turn at pondering. She sunk deeper into the tub, revelling in having Hank dote on her.
"So, it's like we rule the world," she surmised.
"It's what they keep telling me."
"Huh," she said, pondering further.
He fetched a clean bucket of water after washing her hair, to begin the task of rinsing and conditioning. Anna purred, soaking up the attention.
"I want you to do it again," she commanded.
"Do what?" he asked, kissing her forehead again.
She whirled around to face him, placing her hands and chin on the edge of the tub. He responded by kissing her lips.
"I want you to get in me! Be with me in my mind."
He smiled into her nearly all black eyes. "Okay," he said. "But this time you must control it."
"How do you mean?"
"Last time, you were all over the place. It was a circus in there. This time, take me somewhere special. Show me something you know."
Anna slowly shook her head, playing her chin across her fingers. "I have no idea what you're saying."
Hank got the bucket out of the way, and scooted the stool up close. He put his face within an inch of hers, stroking her hair away from her temples.
"Think about how the universe works," he instructed, "and what your place might be in it." He held her head as she closed her eyes.
"The unending cosmos, it's called."
Aika's glade regained its innocence, as Anna pranced while wearing her tulip skirt. New trees grew where the plane had once burned, the ruts and wreckage turned back to soil. The toes of Anna's bare feet rarely touched the ground, and when they did, tiny insects sprouted.
It's beautiful inside you.
Shush. I'm busy.
The swarm of insects grew in both size and number. They became Japanese moths, each the width of her hand. Soon she was engulfed. They became solid as rock around her, first a hummock, then a hill, then a mountain.
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He pressed himself close, as if they were one. Encased in the mountain, he watched her smile pass through a series of phases—serious, then wicked, then charming.
Then brimming with confidence. The moths rammed into her body, pinging off as if made of steel. They ricochetted over the horizon, knifing the sky with silver before disappearing.
With her smile now gentle, she guided his eyes to look down. The ground below seemed a mile away, yet her toes still brushed the grass. She'd grown huge as well. A behemoth. A giantess. Like the moths, she'd become steel, gleaming in the light of the moon.
Fearsome and unyielding, she pressed her hands over her head and drove herself into the Earth.
"I am with the Others," she said before disappearing.
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Hank gasped and reared back, releasing Anna's head from his hands. "How do you know about Others?" he asked.
Anna blinked as Reality returned. "I don't know what that means." She grinned. "Pretty cool, though, huh? And what are you doing here?"
Hank took in his surroundings. He was in the tub facing Anna, sitting across from her with their legs entwined.
He grinned in kind. "That kind of happens sometimes when you do that."
He stood up to take his leave, but Anna grabbed him by the ass. She pulled his boxer briefs down to his ankles, causing his manhood to spring out and greet her.
"You're not going anywhere, slave," she instructed, bowling him over to remove his soaked briefs. She plopped them into the bucket behind her and handed him a body brush.
"Finish my bath," she demanded.
Hank stood and pressed his meat between her tits, taking his sweet time picking through the soaps and lotions sitting on the table behind her. He sat down and squirted a glob on the brush.
"Butt first," he said, holding the brush before her.
"Ana?" she stammered. "What?"
"Stand up. We do your butt first."
She stuck her ass in his face. "Like this?" she purred.
"Mmm," he purred in kind. "Perfect."
He scrubbed her from her shins to her shoulders, then stuck the brush between her legs. After giving her pussy a nice rubbing, he stood and pressed himself full to her body. He worked his penis with his free hand, using it to lather her further, until she clamped onto it with her thighs.
He mauled her tits and bit her neck. "Sit down," he said as he played. "It's time to do your front."
Anna spun around and plopped down. She sat up straight and stared at his meat as it hung in her face, wriggling with anticipation.
"I am so gonna move in here!" she announced. "I love this friggin' tub!"
Hank washed her arms and hands with the brush. "Oh. You think so? We already have two pets now, with you having brought over Carolus."
"Well. Then I'm gonna visit whenever I want."
He sat and stared her down.
"Okay," she conceded. "Maybe when I want a bath."
"That I'll allow. I take good care of my pets."
"Woof, woof," Anna said, attacking his face for a kiss. "I really do love this tub."
"Oh!" Hank exclaimed. "Here, look." He fiddled with the knobs that powered the jets and waterfall. "This is fun."
Anna marveled as the jets tickled her butt and the waterfall trickled warm between them. "Ano! I love it!" she squealed. "I do! I love it, I love it, I love it!"
"Ahm..." Hank said with concern. "Oh," he said next.
The suds in the tub expanded greatly. Froth poured from the waterfall as the jets swirled foam toward the ceiling. It began spilling out onto the floor, over every side of the tub.
"I think we used the wrong soap," he surmised, disappearing from view behind the bubbles.
Anna giggled and squirmed as he groped near her arm for the knobs that would turn off the jets. "No no no!" she declared, shoving him away with both hands before throwing herself upon him.
"I love it," she said close to his face, as the foam towered ever higher. "And now, it's my turn to do a trick."
With a big gulp of air to sustain her, she disappeared under the suds and water. Within seconds, she delivered him to ecstasy.
"Oh my," he said as she stayed submerged.
Leanne peeked into the bath from Rio's side of the room. The tub was not in her view, as the doorway Hank had tied Rio to the other day stood between. The suds and water, though, were everywhere.
"Oh boy, you guys," she deadpanned. "You're in trouble."
Anna splashed and gasped as she resurfaced. Hank found the controls for the jets and turned them off.
"Yeah," Hank mumbled, embarrassed, as Anna tittered and giggled. "Sorry about that. We must have done something wrong."
"Well, you can clean this up later. Right now, come quick with me. There's something on the news you need to see."
Hank rinsed off with the shower, but still had suds in his hair when he entered the living room. Leanne had been working at the dining table, but now sat next to Rio on the love seat as they watched TV together.
"What's up?" he asked, standing by Rio.
She looked him up and down as he dripped. "You're on the news," she said, waiting for a commercial to end.
"I am?"
"Well, sort of. We are."
The commercial ended and a news show began. The announcer spoke over a view of the plane crash in Aika's glade.
"To repeat this breaking story," he said, "we have new information in regards to the series of plane crashes that occurred around the world. Reliable sources inform us that the crash that occurred in our city, taking with it over one hundred lives, is being viewed as an act of terror.
"Investigators are on the lookout for two individuals they believe to be responsible for these brutal murders. A man and woman working together, in tandem on the ground, somehow brought down this plane. It's unclear at this time if the authorities believe these two people are also responsible for any other plane crash on that terrible day, but here in our city, they are sure.
"Authorities have confirmed someone purposefully brought down this plane."
Hank gasped as Rio watched him drip.
"Goshujin," she said in a soft voice. "They search for you and me."