A bath might help her sore muscles...

{if Lazy = 1
}As was so often the case, {endif
}Beth decided that a bath was preferable to the shower. She let the tub fill and picked out a bath bomb. As she slid herself beneath the hot, soapy water, she let out a sigh of relief as her sore muscles groaned with that sweet, pleasurable pain of loosening knots. {if Lazy = 1
}The hot water, suds and pleasant smell of the bath bomb had an arousing effect on her, and she couldn't stop herself from a little fantasizing. {endif
}
After nearly ten minutes of relaxing, Beth heard the buzzing of her phone. She sat up in the tub and snagged her phone from the floor. The screen read Lisa, and Beth smiled before swiping to accept the call.

"Sup, bitch!" the voice on the other end was playful and sexy.
"Sup, slut." Beth gave the customary response.

Lisa Paulsen, her maid of honor, was a crazy {if History = 0
}girl. She supposed it must have been a case of opposites attract.{else
}bitch. And Beth loved her. {endif
}

Lisa had been her friend since Beth's sophomore year of college. {if History = 2
}If there had been any hope that Beth wouldn't have spent her time in college getting as much dick as she could, being Lisa's roommate had sent them sailing. She had been an enabler and accomplice{if Shame < 30
}, in fact, she still was. {elseif Shame < 70
}, and she still tried to be, despite the fact that Beth was trying to be good these days. {else
}, and she still tried to be which worried Beth sometimes. I'm trying to be good now. {endif
}{elseif History = 1
}They had been two peas in a pod, and had definitely encouraged each other's sexual explorations. Lisa had been, and still was, the wilder of the two of them, though. {if Shame < 30
} Beth could always count on her for anything. Especially an alibi. {elseif Shame < 70
}Beth could always count on her for anything. {else
}She was a loyal friend, but sometimes Beth worried about her being a bad influence. {endif
}{else
}Beth sometimes didn't understand how they were so close. Lisa had been a yin to her yang: wild, and down for anything, compared to Beth's more strait-laced encounters. {if Shame > 70
}She sometimes wondered if it was a smart idea to keep Lisa so close. She could be a bad influence. {endif
}{endif
}
"You working tonight?"
Beth laughed. "Nope. And not tomorrow either. Why, what's up?"
"You, me, lunch. Il Fiora. Noon. Be there."
{if Shame < 30
}"Oh....I see. Still trying to get into the pants of that tasty waiter? Jake?"
"You know it." Lisa was a shameless slut.
I wouldn't mind getting in there myself. {if History > 0
}It wouldn't be the first time she had had a threesome with Lisa.{endif
} {elseif Shame <70
}"Il Fiora, huh? You must really like the food there. Or is it that hot waiter, Jake?"
"Girl, what do you think?" Lisa gave a deep, sexy chuckle. "I haven't bagged him yet, but I'm close. {if History = 2
}You could always help, you know. I'm sure he'd love a three-way." {else
}He has some cute friends, too." Lisa's tone was suggestive.
"Stop."
"What? I'm just saying."{endif
}
"Lisa...you know I'm trying to be good."
"'Good,' 'gooood,'" Lisa was sounding out the word. "Nope, never heard of it. What's it mean? Girl, the only good things in life are good dick, good snatch, good drinks, good food, and a good retirement plan."
"Well, I'm trying to add 'good behavior' and 'a good relationship' to the list, ok?"
"Ok....God, you're getting so boring these days." {else
}"Lisa, why do we always have to go to Il Fiora for lunch? Is it just because you want to {if History = 2
}fuck that waiter{elseif History = 1
}have sex with that waiter{else
}get that waiter into bed{endif
}?"
"Oh come on. Just because you're boring{if History > 0
}now{endif
} doesn't mean I have to be. Besides, it's not like the food is bad." {endif
}
"Alright...I'll be there." Beth's phone buzzed in her hand. Brian was trying to call her.