” “No, I’m not! I could do it! You’re practically naked already!” He said. I was really starting to get to him.“Okay then, if you think it...’s that easy, bring it on!” I said holding my arms out egging him on. “Let’s see what you got, or are you all talk.”He stomped up and tried to grab me, but I shoved him away, nearly knocking him off his feet. He had a stunned look on his face. “Oh, boo hoo! Poor baby!” I said mocking him. “Is that all you got? What did you think, it was going to be easy?. I took off my T-shirt and panties (both plain white cotton, all I could stand wearing in this weather) and stepped into the stall. The water cascading around my shoulders felt like a song. The odd ache I was feeling began to pass as I rubbed my shoulders and my breasts as the water fell all around me. I took the shampoo bottle and squeezed some out into my palm, lathering it a little between my hands before applying it to my hair. Working the shampoo through it was a very sensual act for me and. Four years had past when my father came back into my life. He had returned to this country and rented an apartment in the city.We had kept in touch all this time by phone and email, and a couple of times by Skype, which was difficult as it was banned where he lived and worked, so the photos in the emails I sent him, reflected the changes in me physically, daddy's response was to tell me the young engineers were going bananas to meet me, between the lines, he was hot for me himself, and I knew. ‘Sarah, don’t cry. Please don’t cry. You’ll be fine. We’ll be fine.’ She wiped the tears from her eyes. ‘I wonder if you’ll say that when this hurricane huffs and puffs, and blows your cottage down. And we drown. Oh my dear God, we are going to die!’ And she cried even louder, and began to tremble. He realized she was getting hysterical and knew he had to take her mind off their predicament. ‘Sarah, would you like something to eat? Texturally, this wine works well with lemongrass-poached.