There was only one piece of clothing left. Her fingers grazed my pubic hair as they pulled down my panties and I shivered.Of course, it didn't occur t... me that I had to lift my legs to take everything off, so I leaned into her as she pulled my clothes from each foot. I had never felt another woman's body pressed up against mine, and I guess the combination of that and the chilliness started to make me wet. She then led me to the center of the room, but I walked slow cos I was afraid of. " Rhonda, listen up," I said sharply. I'd finished washing her armpits and back. "If you needed my help, I'd wipe the shit out of your ass. You got that?" She looked at me with her lip quivering. There'd been tears, but she'd cried them under the running water."You could ... you could ... wash it. Please? And my hair down there? I'm so dirty. I'll never be clean." Rhonda, I will wash you every day for the rest of your life if you need. Even if you don't need me to. If you want me to." I started. Mum shouted for Andrew again and I grabbed my bag and left. I sat in my car for a few moments just watching my hands shake. But the wet spot in my panties was a constant reminder, until I picked up Maria. I told her what had happened with mum and Mrs Hayward, and that I had to stop seeing Martin. ‘Well don’t dump him until after Christmas, or you won’t get any presents,’ she said with a laugh. I laughed with her, but underneath I didn’t want to be that cruel. Martin was worth more than that. I. A huge block of flats, wider than it was high, with graffiti sprayed on the walls and dogs rummaging around on the rubbish-strewn lawns. “You wanna come in for a coffee?” asked Woz when the car stopped. Wendy hesitated. Half of her just wanted to escape from this hellhole. And she didn’t like the look of a couple of young black men who were leaning against a wall and smoking what she guessed were probably not cigarettes. But the other half had warmed towards Woz during the drive. She’d never.