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. There
were three men in the 'fresher when we went in; all were naked. We followed the
ancient precept: "Nakedness is often seen but never looked at." And the three
men most strictly followed this rule: We weren't there, we were invisible. (Save
that I feel certain that no male can totally ignore Gwen and Gretchen.)
I could not totally ignore Gretchen and did not try. Naked, she looked
years older and deliciously enticing. I think she had a sunlamp tan. I know she
had dimples I had not seen before. I see no need to go into details; all females
are beautiful at the point where they burst into full womanhood, and Gretchen
had the added beauty of good proportions and a sunny disposition. She could have
been used to tempt Saint Anthony.
Gwen handed me the soap. "All right, dear; you can scrub her back-but she
can wash her front herself."
I answered with dignity, "I don't know what you're talking about. I don't
expect to wash anyone's back, as I need a hand free for grab and balance. You
forget that I'm an expectant mother."
"You're a mother, all right."
"Who's calling whom a mother? I'll thank you to keep a civil tongue in your
head."
"Richard, this is getting to be beneath even my dignity. Gretchen, you wash
his back; that's safest. I'll referee."
It wound up with everyone washing whatever he/she could reach-even Bill-and
was not efficient but fun, with lots of giggles
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