Penelope lays in the grass, shivering slightly, a soft moan escaping her lips.  She aches for more, deeper, touches from Tamar, and only half-registers her explanation about the oil.<br/><br/>"Tamar?"  She looks up for her, suddenly feeling quiet alone, despirate for the lovely woman's touches and attention .. and sees her return with soap and water in a bowl.  She rises to a kneel, and smiles.<br/><br/>"You will wash me?"<br/><br/>She remains at a kneel, looking up into Tamar's eyes ....