Beverly Switzler

Beverly Switzler was sitting in her warm bubble bath, the white foam covering her breasts, as she looked at the yellow rubber duck, bobbing next to her, and listened to her playlist as Garfunkel and Oates started singing 'Sex with Ducks'.

Her mind wandered to Howard as her hand wandered beneath the water. She'd not seen him for a while, and she missed him. She was feeling down, wishing she could feel his down, wishing she could do the kind of things that left her spitting feathers. As her hand agitated the water, creating more foam, she remembered her time with him back in Canada and their encounter with the Beaver. Her wrist action amplified, the rubber duck being tossed about hither and you, as she moaned and writhed about splashing.

She didn't even notice the door opening.