and “AHHHHHHHHH!” again. Not even in Cityplace are there cleansing opportunities as blissful as this. The bath in the Ladies abode was good, but this? This was supreme. I felt the surge of tiny bubbles pip-pop all over my flesh and I let my muscles sag in pleasure. My fingers searched for the smooth pink soap and I pulled a tablet to rest by the side until I was ready to wash. Closing my eyes, I pushed myself down so that only my nose escaped the water’s maelstrom tickle. Thusly ensconced, I became oblivious to all other sensations. Then I let out another “AHHHHHHH!” but not from pleasure. Something solid pressed into my thigh. At first, I thought it a burst of pressure from the jets, but when the firmness was replaced with the probing fingers from a well-fleshed hand, my mouth went dry. I jerked upright, sending water splish-splashing all over the floor. Who’s reflective surface revealed the butt-naked form of Alfred, or Clydno, as was his for real name. I hoisted myself up and slithered out of the tub.
