She sighed at his confirmation, as she massaged the poof into a mass of suds. She started on his shoulders, using strong, long strokes to slowly wash his back, gulping as she gripped the poof, reaching over his shoulders, around his ribs as she slowly stroked the soap over his body, hesitating once she reached his posterior. Half bending, she continued down, her mind focused on baseball as she worked the sponge over his firm buttocks, jaw clenched as she continued down. She knelt behind him, washing his legs, down to the ankles, before once again standing, finished.<br/><br/>She stepped back, and admired the rivulets of water sliding down his back, before looking to the wall.<em>He's going. Don't get attached.</em>She reminded herself firmly, biting her tongue to remind herself. She offered him the poof to wash his front, and wrung out her hair. She needed to get out. She escaped the cubicle, onto the bath mat, and took one of the two hanging towels, and scrubbed herself dry angrily. Wrapping herself in the towel, she hesitated, before stepping out of the bathroom and towards her bedroom.