When I left her there in the bath to let the guys out and say good night, and yes, I thanked them for coming over and told them we would do it again s...on if they wanted, she asked if I would come back and get in there with her so we could shower together. When I returned and undressed, we turned on the shower and I washed her hair and scrubbed her body over and over in the hope of removing any smell or taste of piss.That night in bed we had terrific sex, even though her cunt was a little sore.. ” With the shower running, I closed the sliding door to the bedroom and returned to the living area to read while waiting. It wasn’t long before I heard her ask something from behind the door, but couldn’t quite make out what she was saying. Opening the door a few inches, I asked her to repeat her question. “Would you help me, please?” she asked. “I normally have my boyfriend to scrub my back and just can’t reach it by myself.” I’m an old man, perhaps, but not a slow man, so I smiled and. Weaver were close. Close enough that Mr. Weaver could see the writing on the wall. That’s why he changed things.”I shrugged. “Whatever he felt the circumstances were, they seem to have changed. How I feel about Mrs. Weaver seems to be increasingly irrelevant. I do appreciate your sympathy. Maybe I’ll feel like discussing matters in the new year. Right now, I’m concentrating on getting through the next thirty-six hours without killing someone, myself included. Then maybe, I’ll sign over my. Benson put her finger up, "There is one of the things you have tothink about. Do not use language like that. It's not ladylike. If youhave any problems, don't hesitate to call me for some tutoring. Now,will you promise that you will try your best at succeeding?"I nodded silently. What other choice did I have? It was either be aperfect lady or get really good at scrubbing filthy toilets. Mrs.Benson patted my head and left me to rest a little more. I didn't gettoo much sleep though, as my.