She slipped out of her pajamas and walked to the bathroom.On the way there, Emma stopped to look at her self in the full length mirror. Her body was e...nvious to some- a tight butt, toned legs, perky 33C breasts, slim stomach leading down to a patch of curly red hair."Why," she thought, "Why can't I find someone to love this body?"Emma stepped into the shower and turned it on. She let the warm water massage her limbs and body. She soaped herself with a loofah enjoying the scrubbing. The loofah. I really hurt, and sometimes touching hurts." Lay on your tummy if you can, Baby." You grabbed my favorite lotion, soothing oatmeal and lavender, and gently rubbed my arms first. "Does that hurt?" No, actually feels good."I relaxed as you did my arms and legs. However, when you touched my neck, I cringed, and squealed, "Ouch. Not so hard, that hurts." Sorry, Lover." With a soft feathery touch, you continued slowly, pausing to ask if I was fine every so often. Little by little, you felt me. Many held bags of acorns; some had strings of fox furs; one spiky-haired youth was showing off his collection of rat corpses."Make way for The Prince!" M'hul shouted, as no one seemed to recognize him.The spiky-haired youth, who M'hul thought looked familiar somehow, said, "Shop's closed, Your Majesty." Closed? Impossible!" The Prince waded through the crowd to the closed wrought iron gate. "Hello, inside! Open up for The Prince!"The shop door opened and out stepped Gareth, looking remarkably. The counters were tiled, as was the floor. There were mirrors oneach wall and all the fixtures looked like they were made of gold.As Stan started to close the door to the bathroom he said, "Take offyour clothes and hand them out the door then get in the shower. I'll putyour clothes in the washer and find you something to wear."It didn't take me long to shed my wet clothes and hand them out to Stan.It also didn't take me long to shower but Stan was back in the bathroombefore I was done. Through.