.." He ought to get her crotch cleaned a little before he drew the bath.So as she stood, he nudged her legs apart a little, and reached up between her...legs with the washcloth. This kind of intimate care is what nurses and nurses' aides must do all the time, he reflected, but he had never had such a job. He thought better of the washcloth and just used his bare hand to rinse the worst of the dried crud from around her anus and outer vulva. He then rinsed his hand and opened the drain long enough. "He was up late last night, and he went out to the convenience store. At one in the morning," she added. "Some kids were robbing the place, and he walked right into it." She sobbed again, and he felt tears welling up in the corners of his own eyes."One of them hit him in the head with a steel crowbar. They must have thought he was dead, because they just dragged him out of sight and left him there in front of the fridge." Christa started crying again. "They cleaned out the store, cigarettes and. I do ask that you fight your natural urges and let her initiate everything. From there, let her continue to lead. We want her to feel what she imagines when masturbating. I only hope the psychologists called this one correctly, or she will soon go to a long-term rehab facility.”As if planned, they wheeled the girl into the therapy room. I was off to the side, so I got to hear her complaining about how they needed to put a sheet on the wheelchair, or at least let her wear panties. Her gowns. He knew what the guys had planned for her now. Joe felt anger well up inside him over the treatment his frat brothers were giving her. Walking up behind and pushing his way past them he told them, ‘Sorry guys, but this one is mine!” His frat brothers looked like they wanted to protest but they knew Joe well enough to know doing so would get them their asses handed to them on a platter. ‘Baby girl,’ Joe asked adding, ‘You ready to give me that dance you promised me earlier?’ trying to tell.