For a few seconds, I just watched her hands, which had so recently been caressing my hair, create more rainbow bubbles in the cloth. Finally, her hand... touched my arm and directed my body around. First warm water, then the slightly rough cloth, then more water stroked my back. She did what she had said, top to bottom, first neck, then shoulders, then arms, then waist, then butt, then legs. Wet, lather, rinse, repeat.It was the most sensuous thing I can remember ever feeling; I started getting. Can you at least tell me if you’re going to call the cops? And what about Dad, are you going to tell him about….this?”Once again she took her time in responding, but finally she spoke. “I’m not going to involve the Police.” I breathed a huge, silent sigh of relief. “I…..think it would be best if we dealt with this ourselves. As for your father, well…..I’m not sure. I need to think about that side of things more. You’re going to have to give some time…….I just need……..” She left if hanging. “Wow! This is even bigger than the one I saw. Is that a bunk bed?”“Well, it is, but I don’t use it for that. It’s just me, but I pretty much live in here, so I use it for storage and such. Got me a small fridge, microwave, little hot plate, and a TV. I carry a guitar with me and do some pickin’ when I can. Would you like a beer or somethin’? I’m Bobby, by the way.”“Megan, and I didn’t think truckers were supposed to drink.”“Normally, I couldn’t, but I’m stuck here for a day or so. Place I am. . you know,’ Carmen asked in a delicate manner, glancing around the coffee shop. ‘MIND? She LOVED it! Why WOULDN’T she?’ Benita replied indignantly, finishing with a snort. ‘No reason, just curious,’ Carmen replied in a surrendering and defensive manner, putting her hands up to indicate she wanted peace. ‘Apparently I was just ‘a little something on the side’,’ Benita said glumly and looked off in another direction to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes. ‘Ouch,’ Carmen said.