The massage to her back was nice, and Heather closed her eyes and relaxed. "Mmm. Thank you sweetheart. Oh, don't worry. It would just have been one more thing to bring home again, they've only been letting me shower by myself for the last week and even then there was always a nurse in the room!" She giggled. "I swear, some of them<i>you</i>might get lucky with!" The woman rolled her eyes at her daughter, having opened them again. "There was this one girl, I<i>swear</i>she took far too much pleasure out of giving bed baths to the women patients!"<br/><br/>She sighed. "It's just great to be home... OH!" Heather reached out as April stepped back. "You got all wet look! Silly girl. You'll have to put those pyjamas in the wash now." She scolded gently." Then laughed at the plumbing comment. "I know we do dear, and I shouldn't make such a thing of it. It's just that until the accident your dad was the only person to have seen me naked as an adult... The gynaecologist and midwife from when you were born don't count!" She shrugged. "I'll let you know, okay?"<br/><br/>April went out and Heather got on with getting clean. She managed to wash her naughty bits just fine, and her thighs. but trying to lift her legs to get at her shins and feet, she almost rolled backwards off the seat. And her behind was pretty much impossible to get at. It wasn't so much that Heather wanted the help. She was pretty sure she could figure out a way, given time. But her daughter was sitting outside, offering, and she<i>was</i>struggling. "Uh, actually I could use a hand... Or a couple of them in fact." She grinned sheepishly at her daughter as April opened the shower curtain again. "If you could give me a lift so I can get at my behind? And I think I need practice getting at my feet." She paused, and added, "And while you're in here, you might as well get yourself showered. You're going to get wet anyway, you might just as well make the most of it!"<br/><br/>Heather was all for saving on the hot water. Sure they had plenty of money now, but how long would that last? If the bastard who killed her husband kept paying them the instalments for the damages award, then it should last for ever, but what if he stopped? What if someone killed him? Then where would they be? Heather wasn't a natural worrier, she tended to put such things out of her mind, but they did have a habit of creeping in during unguarded moments like now. She smiled and pushed the thought away, only commenting, "Besides, it'll save on the hot water."