We would do everything she was able to do together even including bodily hygiene.It started out that I would give her sponge baths while she was bed r...dden. As she got more mobile I would lift her into the tub for a bath. A nice hot soak did wonders for healing her injuries. Once she was able to stand for short times I would take her into the shower and wash her from top to bottom. This process involved my undressing her and redressing her each time. Of course being a shower it was necessary. .....to be so rough", I said."NOOOOO, I LOVED IT !, she said loudly. That took me by surprise and she wasn't just saying that, she meant it and was enthusiastic about it. I think something has been opened up in her that she only thought about, heard about or even seen in a movie or whatever.After a few minutes she got up and turned around and we looked down at the mess we had made then we hugged tightly and she kissed me all over my cheeks and continually thanked me.I didn't express my feeling. I called out, "Evening, Aimee! You're looking good tonight!" to the curly-haired cutie who was manning the cash desk. Indeed, she was looking amazing, as usual, with her long, shapely runner's legs, I admit I was only a little jealous. "I must get my arse back to kickboxing," I thought to myself. She was one of the few girls in the club that I genuinely liked. She was decent, and although we never went out much together, she was always good for a laugh when we were working. "Hi, Mazza," she. For the first year she had actually found herself longing for access to a phone more for music than the other benefits, but there was so little working electronic infrastructure left that even if she had had a phone there would have been no way to get any music onto it.So she had done the smart thing and learned to live with a world where the only sounds where either a****ls or danger – often both – and then soon learned to love it again. Without any way to distract herself she had no choice.