<div align="center"><em>Abigale</em></div><hr/><br/>Abigale did her best not to laugh or giggle. His body was nothing to laugh at, but the situation was. She'd never actually seen a guy strip down like that and felt kind of giggly about it. There wasn't a lot of time for fun around here, more so when she was managing the largest cabin in the camp. None of that was on her mind right now. She simply bit her lower lip a little harder as she watched him remove all his clothing and head into the water. It was difficult not to let her jaw drop a little bit as she watched him lather up.<br/><br/>It almost went unnoticed when he spoke. Abigale had been rather focused on his body and the soap rolling down it. But she did see his head jerk to get her to come over and wash his back. Still biting her lip, she nodded and started over to him. If she hadn't of regained some of her senses, she would of likely walked in there completely dressed and gotten soaked.<br/><br/>Unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans, she slid them down her hips and thighs. Underneath was a simple pair of black panties. Next she pulled off her orange Camp Half-Blood t-shirt. Abigale thought about taking off her underwear and her black undershirt (including bra), but thought it was more fun like this. The black undershirt was lower cut and showed off a little bit more of her rose, chest tattoo, but not all of it.<br/><br/>She smiled as she walked into the spray of the shower, her red, orange, and blond hair matting to her head quickly, "Turn around," she said softly after taking the soap and rag, "Can't wash your back from the front, now can I?" lathering up the rag she started running it over his well toned back, not caring that her undershirt was now clinging tightly against her body or that she'd have to dig out a dry bra, underwear, and undershirt when they were done.