>>2347642I finally got the bar of soap and rubbed it against the washing cloth. It was time to actually start washing away. I was my own favorite thing to clean; it was relaxing and I wished it could last forever; although part of that was because right after was my shift at the local drinking pub. I hummed a song as I got to my relieving task; something that I could also not to in public. I started with my arms and hands; they had to clean the rest of me; then it was the turn to deal with my legs – I had heard that women in the far, far north grew hair there; yuck! – so I had to stand up; it felt cold now that I was all soaked down.
I took another look at the mirror; I covered myself in spume and soap, a thin, white coat over most of my body. Enough fun; now time to rinse and get out…
A thump interrupted my state of bliss and self-meditation. It was a dull sound of something wooden hitting the floor. I instinctively covered my breasts and submerged nose-deep into the tub.
“Dearie? Did you already leave for work? Are you there? Hmm. The door is stuck.” It was Camilla, she had tried to open the door. “Vinl, be a good boy and open the door, okay? It is stuck.”
My heart sank to the bottom of the tub.
Camilla was back from the marketplace. She could still walk and her almost-lack of vision was not an impediment as long as she had her cane; what she could definitely not do was carry out the groceries all the way back; she often had a local boy helping her out; this time it was Vinl… he was only two years younger than I was!
I would die of shame if… no, not even that. What would happen to someone if they saw me without clothes? Not only Vinl, maybe even Camilla; I had no idea!
