You almost have to peel your clothes from you as you step into the bathroom. Your stench wafts up to you in nauseous waves of nastiness and you do not falter with any hesitation in starting the water in the shower.
You step in quickly, the moment the temperature has reached the appropriate comfort level. Barely what one would call warm. When Claudia would shower with you, she would alter the temperature to an almost scorching degree of heat which you would vainly attempt to avoid. Then she would kiss you and the temperature wouldn't seem to faze you as much.
She would shiver if she were in the shower with you now, and turn the heat up tenfold. It was always like that with her. When you slept in bed she would be huddled under the covers shivering while you would lye spread out with ass cheeks to the wind. When you went to the lake you'd have to find a shady spot on the beach that bordered sunlight so that half the blanket would bask in the glow of warmth while the other half stayed in the cool shade. You'd have to move your blanket every half hour or so to keep with the elongating shadows.
God, you miss her. Don't know how you’re surviving without her.
You rub the filth from your hair and wash it from your body with the odorless hotel supplied soap, dirt from your body turning the suds and water gray. Chlorine in the water stings at many of your cuts and scratches. Pain is good though. You can focus on pain.
After some time you turn the water off and step out of the shower. You reach for the thin white towel and dry yourself off, remembering how she would hold the towel for you when you got out of the shower and dry you off.
You step out of the bathroom and are surprised to see a man standing in your room. He is holding something in his hand but you can't make out quite what it is. A knife, or a crowbar, or a flashlight. You don't know. But you don't like the fact that he is in here.
You step in quickly, the moment the temperature has reached the appropriate comfort level. Barely what one would call warm. When Claudia would shower with you, she would alter the temperature to an almost scorching degree of heat which you would vainly attempt to avoid. Then she would kiss you and the temperature wouldn't seem to faze you as much.
She would shiver if she were in the shower with you now, and turn the heat up tenfold. It was always like that with her. When you slept in bed she would be huddled under the covers shivering while you would lye spread out with ass cheeks to the wind. When you went to the lake you'd have to find a shady spot on the beach that bordered sunlight so that half the blanket would bask in the glow of warmth while the other half stayed in the cool shade. You'd have to move your blanket every half hour or so to keep with the elongating shadows.
God, you miss her. Don't know how you’re surviving without her.
You rub the filth from your hair and wash it from your body with the odorless hotel supplied soap, dirt from your body turning the suds and water gray. Chlorine in the water stings at many of your cuts and scratches. Pain is good though. You can focus on pain.
After some time you turn the water off and step out of the shower. You reach for the thin white towel and dry yourself off, remembering how she would hold the towel for you when you got out of the shower and dry you off.
You step out of the bathroom and are surprised to see a man standing in your room. He is holding something in his hand but you can't make out quite what it is. A knife, or a crowbar, or a flashlight. You don't know. But you don't like the fact that he is in here.
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