Cytherea whole body was stiff.  Her hair askew, her skirt and top wrinkled and soiled.  Cytherea sighed as she finally for the first time looked at her only table.  Five gold coins lay there next to her coin purse.  She raised, the catch in her back aching from last night’s leaning over.  She needed to change her clothes.  But, she desired a bath first.  It was dark the moon was full in the sky.  She must have slept the entire day.  That’s the last thing she wanted to do was get her days and nights mixed up like the McCray’s babe will soon do.  They always did.  She suspected they blame her for that as well.  She gathered a yellow bar of soap and a small bucket as she walked barefoot out the door.<br/><br/><br/>The grass was wet and cool beneath her feet, her hair lose about her shoulders running to the middle of her back.  She soon reached where the lake ran into the river.  The spot she always chose was secluded and cut off from the stream.  She couldn’t see her cottage, but it was her safe spot.  She has never been caught nor interrupted here.  Cytherea removed the solid top, revealing a chemise underneath.  Nothing but pure mesh material really, below was underwear.  So she was never naked here, Just indecent to anyone else’s eyes.<br/><br/>The moon was flickering white moon beams on the water top as Cytherea swayed in the water waste high.  She wasn’t too skinny all the work she did around the cabin kept her body tone.  She never starved.  She was always blessed with that.  Cytherea dunked under once and rose.  The water running down her body like drops from heaven.  She took the soap and started to scrub her hair.  Then her face and moving down until she was soaped from head to tip.  She then dunked under once more.    The soap from her hair had made clear retreat into her eyes.  Causing them to burn.  She goes to rub them but she feels a breeze.  The coolness sending sharp shivers up her spine.  And something else.  She felt like she wasn’t the only here.<br/><br/>Cytherea retreated under the water to hide her body.  Her soap free eyes surveyed what mother moon would let her see.  And what she saw was nothing.  Far be it for her to now start getting paranoid.  But still she gave a soft, “Hello?”  But only the sound of the forest and water and wind, was her only response.  Cytherea collected her self and went under once more.    “Fool I be, they live in fear and I live alone!.”  She chuckled and began a swim. The moon light giving her the freedom to see what was there to see<br/>