Then, as she disappeared through the bathroom door, he followed. By the time he got there, Carla was already in the shower, steamy water cascading dow... on her body. Bert pushed aside the shower curtain and stepped in, then stood ogling her. ‘With the water on you like that, I think you’re even more beautiful,’ he said. Once again Carla felt herself flush. She handed him the washcloth. ‘Wash my back,’ she told him. Bert did that and more. Soon they were covered with lather, hands gliding over. ”“Yes ma’am,” Jamie answered, then he felt compelled to quietly say, “And Doctor Alexander, I’m really sorry that I, you know… did that on you earlier today.”“Oh Gawd,” the young doctor groaned as she remembered him accidentally cumming on her face and in her mouth, and how his thick jizz coated her tongue before sliding down her throat.“Doctor Alexander, are you alright,” Jamie asked, confused by her reaction to his apology.Julie quickly realized what she had said, and as she regained her. At 11:42pm there was a knock on the door. Why can I recall the exact time? Because I looked at my computer, swore, and got up to answer the door. Since I was studying I had dressed comfortably. I had my MMA shorts on and a tight athletic sleeveless top, with no bra. My hair was in a ponytail and feet were bare. I was still holding my pencil when I answered the door. I honestly expected it to be someone from the floor, not who was there. Opening the door I saw Jason. In a glance I knew he had. Elizabeth went ape the next day when she discovered than I was listless, and could only do her with my finger and thumb. "That's it. Trudy can forget about working alone with you again."It was the same for Betty. Elizabeth didn't let her work alone with me either. I found that Elizabeth was very manipulative. She hired a young man to keep the cars washed, and when Tuck became convinced that Marty hadn't told the cops that Tuck was behind the shootings at Ginger's apartment, the young man drove.