Startled, I come slowly into the room.  Steam rises from the tub, and your long curls fall over your chest.  I try not to stare, and ask what you need.  You smile, and point over to a bar of soap and scrubbing brush.  I bring them over to you, and am about to hand them over when I decided to take a different approach.  "Sit forward." You adjust in the tub, and I can see your long exposed back.  I get the soap and brush and start to massage your back and scrub away the grime of the road.  I massage your shoulders and use a rag to wet your dusty hair.  Wanting to clean more of you, but  not wanting to push things to far, I hand you the rag and soap, and with a wink say "Maybe you should finish the rest."  Then head back to the bedroom to get our things in order and wait for my bath.  Before entering the room, I look back and catch a glimpse of your bare side, as you bathe yourself