Chapter 11
So I remained under the spray while he was gone. I felt more or less clean after a minute or so, but still I didn’t want to leave. It felt so wonderful!
I turned at the sound of his footsteps. He was holding up a cake of soap.
“Eureka!” he cried, and we both laughed.
“It might be the last time for a hot, soapy shower,” I said. “Think about it; technology’s last gift.”
He nodded and turned on the nozzle adjacent to mine and began to lather himself up. I have to admit, it was a sight. The guy’s body was beautiful, not just in its shapes and masses, but in the way it moved. Beautiful was the only word. At last he sluiced himself off and was all shiny and wonderful, his chest hair glistening. He held the soap out to me.
“Do my back?” he said.