Dr. Tarington nodded to Elohim's comments about her physiology, squirming a little bit as she thought of strapping the girl down to a table and pulling the bullets out while she was conscious.  It was an exciting prospect, though the doctor wasn't certain she liked how it affected her.  The creature's warning, of course, was interesting as well.  "I won't punish you for what God does."  She reassured Elohim, watching the creature carefully.<br/><br/>As Elohim presented her back to Tarington, the doctor's eyes widened, her crusty, stinking body getting to her once again as she touched the soft leather on Elohim's back.  Trying to control herself, the doctor slowly pulled down the zipper, at once feeling anxiety from how dirty she was, and salivating at Elohim's pale flesh.  Tarington's fingers brushed against the soft flesh of Elohim, a soft moan escaping from her.  The doctor's gaze shifted between the showerhead and the monster before her, as her resolve broke down.  "May I... bathe with you?"  Dr. Tarington asked with a slight croak, blushing as Elohim's clothing fell to the floor.