Shower maybe but bathe?I removed my garments. I was nude, she was naked. I knew the difference. Her looking at me while I undressed made me blush. But...I was able to not look at her as I removed my clothes. I wondered what she would think of my pubic hair, it wasn't even combed.The water was running into a very large tub. It had been in the same location for well over one hundred years. Having been made for a rather large man and his also rather large mistress, it was heavy enough to take a. Vennoa sat back and enjoyed the tune, glad that she didn’t have to walk the entire way.A few hours into the trek, Pua, who was in the front, suddenly stopped and motioned for everyone to stop moving.“What’s wrong?” Tempest asked.“Shh!” Pua shushed. “They’re near.”Vennoa squinted her eyes and looked ahead, but all she could see was the streaks of rain coming down on an endless, muddy road.“I don’t see anything,” Tempest said. “Are you sure there’s something there?”Pua nodded. “They’re there, I. I was a rookie just into my twenties, more a pin-up girl than a butch fighting feminine policewoman, in fact I was caught up between the sexes, with as many of my female friends as desperate for my attention, as male colleagues, during our patrols.The high testosterone and oestrogen levels attributed to the nature of the job, then there was the power surge one felt when cuffing someone and rendering them helpless.I had seen my female colleague undo a violent young man's pants and put her hand. How did I get from a mild mannered business manager in a bookstore, to asometime nurse to a model on the verge of a career, and a female model atthat? Seems a little bizarre, you say? Oh, brother! Or, perhaps, nowyou're saying to yourself, 'she was turning into a woman all the time.Isn't that quaint that she couldn't see it for herself.' Well, let metell you that when I was in the midst of it, believe me, I had no ideawhere all this was going.Things were further complicated for me because I.