Soft fingers combed the hairs apart to let the stream rinse the soap. When her fingers made a tiny squeaking moving through my hair, the water moved a...ide again and soft lips touched mine. "You can open them again." Turn around. I get to wash your back, next." She reached for the washcloth and soap. For a few seconds, I just watched her hands, which had so recently been caressing my hair, create more rainbow bubbles in the cloth. Finally, her hand touched my arm and directed my body around.. Then, angry again, I left for the dining room for a lonely lunch. While I was eating my lonely lunch, I looked up and out the door into the lobby. I would swear I saw Jolene standing by the elevator arm in arm with a familiar looking man. Their backs were to me and I decided I had to be wrong because when they got into the elevator I saw them turn to each other and kiss just as the door completely closed.Whoever the woman was I had to admit she was hot. She was dressed in a thin white blouse. And then it struck me. ‘You’re not by any chance Miss Brownlow, are you?’ I asked. She looked at me with a look that clearly said: And why are you asking this, young man? Should I know you from somewhere? ‘Gosh,’ she said, after a moment or two, ‘that was … that was a while ago. Before I was married. For the past 20 years or so I’ve been Mrs Harrison. But, yes, I used to be Miss Brownlow.’ ‘Well, well,’ I said. ‘I’m sure that you don’t remember me, but you were my teacher. Quite a while ago. He explained, in detail, how it interfered with God's plan for marriage, the birth of children. He omitted mention of how medicine interfered with God's other plan, death.I kept my dogma heresies to myself and used the confessional to manipulate him. My confessions, untruthful since the first soapy shower, let me confess lies. The sanctity of confession meant he was gullible to what I said. In the dark confessional booth, I kneeled before his little screen door and turned him, convinced him my.