Cleanup time.

As Sarah got to work, Zack marveled at her transformation. It had been a full day with her like this and he still couldn't quite comprehend it. She was still Sarah, but a completely different version of Sarah. Seeing her separated from her illness was like seeing a majestic oak suddenly freed of the vines and weeds that had been **** the life out of it.

While he mused, he watched her clean. She hummed to herself as she scrubbed dishes and loaded the dishwasher. She glanced up occasionally to smile and wink. As she was scrubbing down the counters, she spoke.

"I love your eyes on me," she said with satisfaction. "I love knowing how much you enjoy my body. I want to give it to you, Zack. I love you." As if to underscore the point, she jiggled her breasts slightly. "I want what you want. You can't see it the way I do but you're a really good person, Zack."

He swallowed. "Uh, thanks. And thanks for cleaning."

She laughed and tossed the sponge at him. "I like it, you dork! You don't have to thank me. I'm having the time of my life here!" She sauntered over to him. "I know what you want, though..."

She sat in his lap and kissed his cheek. "... a nap."

Zack realized she was right. He was exhausted. Still, having a beautiful nude woman sitting in his lap wasn't putting him in the mood for sleep. Sarah grinned as if reading his mind. "How about I help calm you down? Come here." She took him by the hand and led him into the bedroom.

Once there, she gently pushed him to a sitting position on the bed. As she worked his belt buckle, he sighed. "Honestly, babe, I don't know if I have more in me ****-"

She put a finger on his lips and shushed him gently. "This is about what you need, remember? I know what you need. Let me give it to you."

She took off all of his clothes except for his boxers and climbed into bed next to him. She lay on her side next to him and spooned him, her naked body warm against his. He felt her legs intertwined with his, her firm breasts pressed into his back, and the heat from her womanhood against him. She ran her fingers through his hair and whispered into his ear.

"Shh, babe, just relax. I love you so much. You take such good care of me, let me take care of you."

To his surprise, she began to softly sing. It was one of his favorite songs, an old Sam Cooke tune.

"I was dancing with my baby to the Tennessee Waltz..."

He had always loved her singing, but she so rarely did it. She was self-conscious about her voice and blushed deeply anytime he caught her using it. Today, though, she was full of confidence and love. He smiled and felt his eyes droop.

"I remember the night and the Tennessee waltz..."

Zack drifted off as Sarah gently held him.