Water runs back down into the bucket, and then I turn and start wiping more mud from the woman's belly. I've been really gentle with her so far, just in case her belly might be sensitive. After all, I don't want to accidentally burst it open and have spiders come rushing out, so I'm taking more care than usual. I'm not usually even this gentle when it's my own body I'm cleaning. As I wipe the rag over the side of the belly, I feel another faint kicking sensation from inside. I smile instinctively, although I don't know why. Somehow, deep down, I feel less like the swollen belly is an aberration and more like it's something that's supposed to happen. Making my way around the table, I start cleaning the other side of the belly, and I kinda slip into some kind of meditative state, just enjoying the regular kicks I feel. I spend way longer cleaning this part of her than I should, and finally I have to force myself to move on. After re-wetting the rag, I step along the side of the table and start cleaning the woman's breasts, although I can't help noticing that these, too, seem kind of sore and large.
