I mentioned to you that I adore bubble baths. When I came home I found your gift, a small bottle of Mr. Bubbles. I was really excited. I haven't taken a bubble bath in years. The camera’s set up. I’m ready to spend what I imagine will be hours in the tub playing with the bubbles and teasing you. I start the water. The weather’s been chilly, hot tea, hot water, bubbles, the perfect combination. I’m rather impatient waiting for the bubbles. I want to cover my wet body with them and feel them slowly slide off. I want to blow them from my hands, watch them float for a moment, then burst. I want to watch the iridescent bubble slide down my slick breasts and drop into the water. I want to cover my legs in bubbles and watch them slowly pop, exposing my naked flesh. I want to lay on my stomach, feeling the slight tickle as mounds of bubbles slip and slide off my buttocks. I want to… Really? That’s it? The bubbles are gone? What went wrong? Was it too much heat? Or were you wishing the bubbles away?