The next day my schooling began a about 2:00pm when I showed up and knocked on her door she hollered the doors open to lock it and come into her bathr...oom when I entered she was in the tube soaking she told me get naked and take a wash cloth and soap up her back so I she said to do it gently as if her skin was that of a baby to wash down here back all the way to her asshole than she stood up in the tube she turned to me and said very gently wash my pussy and her tits when she rinse off she. Nichole smiles and pinches me and holds and speaking softly she asks me how non-vanilla I am and I smile and tell her much more than you might think, ok she says then open the bag and get some of the contents out but I grasp and hug her telling her in due time. I turn her around and rub her back giving a good pinch roll and hold getting her breathe deep and hold like a good pain lover should do and she growls “oh yes” , then I get several spots where she jerks a little but goes thought panting. It sounded familiar but different, like it shouldn't bethere. How could it not be there, all stilettos make that noise, howcould mine not. I'll get rubber tips, I thought but it did not answer myquestion.When I got back to my quarters, I stripped down to my corset and went inthe bathroom. I douched three times even though I knew I was clean fromthis morning, I didn't want any accidents tonight, then I had a stand upwash. I washed my face and reapplied my makeup, gave my corset a thoroughshine. “Yet there is a deep truth in the plays.”“That’s what Freud says, isn’t it?”“Yes. Did you read his sex-studies? Did he see the Schnitzler or did Arthur read Freud?”It was too empty for me. I soon excused myself and returned home. I began reading Wassermann’s stories about sisters, but it was too depressing. I didn’t need realism. Perhaps there was something lighter.*“Sir?”“Yes, Josef?”“There is a telephone call for you.”“And?”“It is Frau Anderson.”“Ah.”“She says she must speak with you.”“I.