The Amway Lady

The Amway Lady

By Richard Bacula

Every week, Stan takes a bubble bath. His gut tells him it's not a manly thing to do, but he simply can't help himself. There's something about the bubbles--the way they smell and how they leave a pleasant tickle against his skin when they pop--that seems to make the stress of his week disappear, and that makes him feel just plain good afterward. He crawls from the tub after each long soak, feeling fresh, rejuvenated, and--

"Dammit."

Stan stood next to his tub with the water still running, examining the empty plastic bottle with the picture of the lavender flower. He'd thought he still had some left, but now his bubble bath would have to wait. He'd have to call Christina again. But that wasn't all bad.

Christina was the Amway lady. She'd show up at his door on a quarterly basis, toting her company catalogues in a cute wicker basket, along with free samples of their latest products. At first, Stan had bought the stupid bubble bath just to get rid of her, but with each of her ritualistic visits, he noticed more and more how attractive she was. She liked to dress to downplay her looks, but Stan started to notice that underneath her dowdy clothing, she had a very nice body, and her face was really quite pretty, underneath all that makeup. After a few visits, he started ordering stuff partially just for the chance to have a pretty girl come...