Turn around and bend over. Lean down with your arms on the shower bench and try not to move. Don’t want to accidentally nick you.”“I don’t wan... you to either. Call me pessimistic but I don’t think going to the ER for stitches on my backside would live up to its hype.”“Not with that attitude, it won’t. But no worries, I’m pretty much about finished,” she says and slaps me across the ass, “now rinse off one final time so I can rub you down with some aftershave and make sure I didn’t miss any. I wanted to be noticed like the boys were noticing other girls. I had always been somewhat shy. It was just my personality. I was sharp as my Buck knife in my studies, always straight ‘A’s, but never the one to raise my hand. Our moving also did not help, it was hard to make and keep friends when you were not around for more than two or three years. Not to mention being self-conscious over my obvious lack of development.We moved to Denver when I was fourteen. By the time I was sixteen we were. ’ He swallowed. ‘I dinna know it was ye.’ Cien paused and really looked at the old man. He wore strange britches, even though his voice sounded Scots. Even for English garb, it looked strange to him. ‘Why do you garb yourself in English clothes?’ The old man swallowed again. ‘Let me get me wife, Milord.’ He turned back toward the house and shouted up. ‘Iris!! Iris get down here NOW!’ A few moments later a door behind the house Cien hadn’t realized was there, opened and an elderly woman stepped. I wasn’t sure we’d ever ‘hit a home run’, and if that was the case, I would never voice a complaint, or really, even think one. I loved Clarissa FAR too much to do anything like that.Sophia and I were doing a slow dance towards what seemed to me like an inevitable end, and I was reasonably sure she felt the same way. Ultimately, it wasn’t marrying a doctor, or even marrying a clergyman, but the rigor associated with church that was going to stand in our way. Sophia was completely Orthodox, but.