<div class="floatright">(http://www.redbalcony.com/media/galleries/1412/Elisha_Cuthbert_10s.jpg)</div><br/><em>Jayne McArthur - Aka: Ferra Moan</em><br/><strong>Location: Shower Room</strong><br/>With Matt<br/><br/>Jayne languidly rolled her neck as he placed his hands on her back, enjoying how much they covered the feminine width of her shoulders. "I don't mind if you work your fingers in. I usually scrub pretty hard, with my brush." She said smoothly, an indication of how much he had already managed to relax her with his touch.  The water and the soap made it easy for his hands to glide over her skin. She reached back with her own hands to pull some of the suds to her front, lathering it in a circular motion against her tummy.  A little well kept secret was that she loved her tummy rubbed, but nobody else would know that, save for a few of her exboyfriends, and they weren't here.<br/><br/>"You're a sweet heart Matt, thanks. You don't look so bad yourself. And you're pretty good with your hands too."  Her smile was lost to the wall, but he'd be able to hear it in her voice. Slowly she began working her hands down to her thighs, "I must admit, I'm surprised at how easily everyone seems to be getting along. But then again, this is the first day. I give it 3 days, or a weeks worth of school - that's probably when shit's going to start hitting the fan." She hoped that peace, or whatever  it was everybody was experiencing, would last for the duration of their respective stays, but those were pretty high hopes to be having. And his wasn't a perfect world.<br/><br/>"Once you're done doing my back, I'll do yours.. if you want?" She peered over her shoulder, giving him another coy smile. He looked real good wet, and with his hair slicked, she was able to really hone in on the brightness of his eyes. She felt like she could trust those eyes, and that played a huge part in the impressions that Jayne had of people.