The Summer Boy, Part 3
An encounter in the shower room
Lynn stretched her arms over her head, pressing her palms flat against the wall tiles of the shower room. Head down, she leaned forward, stretching the tense, aching muscles in her shoulders and back and neck. The hot water sprayed all over her, massaging her, rolling down her skin in steady, streaming rivulets. Eyes closed, she breathed through her mouth trying to expel the toxins in both her body and mind. No matter wha...