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She
drew
him
an
extremely
warm
bath
,
then
undressed
him
slowly
and
shooed
him
into
the
water
.
She
donned
the
slightly
rough
sponge-glove
that
usually
hung
unused
on
the
shower
head
,
soaped
his
body
gently
,
then
rinsed
it
.
He
could
feel
the
day
--
this
horrible
first
day
--
slipping
slowly
off
him
.
She
had
gotten
quite
wet
,
and
her
panties
clung
like
a
second
skin
.
Louis
started
to
get
out
of
the
tub
,
and
she
pushed
him
back
gently
.
"
What
--
"
Now
the
sponge-glove
gripped
him
gently
--
gently
but
with
almost
unbearable
friction
,
moving
slowly
up
and
down
.
"
Rachel
--
"
Sweat
had
broken
all
over
him
,
and
not
just
from
the
heat
of
the
tub
.
"
Shush
.
"
It
seemed
to
go
on
almost
eternally
--
he
would
near
climax
,
and
the
hand
in
the
sponge-glove
would
slow
,
almost
stop
.
Then
it
did
n't
stop
but
squeezed
,
loosened
,
squeezed
again
,
until
he
came
so
strongly
that
he
felt
his
eardrums
bulge
.
"
My
God
,
"
he
said
shakily
when
he
could
speak
again
.
"
Where
did
you
learn
that
?
"
"
Girl
Scouts
,
"
she
said
primly
.
She
had
made
a
stroganoff
which
had
been
simmering
during
the
bathtub
episode
,
and
Louis
,
who
would
have
sworn
at
four
o'clock
that
he
would
next
want
to
eat
sometime
around
Halloween
,
ate
two
helpings
.
