bathroom door. The glass enclosing the tiled shower was opaque except where drops of water clung to it and traced outlines as they rolled Joanna took the bar of soap and knelt in front of Robin. A shy smile illuminated her face. "Let me wash you first," Hiroko Sato said. Carefully Joanna soaped the tops and sides of Robin's feet. Then one at a time Hiroko Sato took them into her hands and tenderly washed between the toes and the soles. Solemnly Hiroko Sato started on Robin's legs, working the soap into a rich lather. First the left, then the right. Joanna admired
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