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 Entry 434 ½

   Gotta reopen this day for one last thing:

   Just now I was in the little shower we have here in the dorm, and first
I should say I was mad because the floor was wet and as she got out Brandy
hit my clothes and knocked them off the bench.  SOO, I sat my big fuzzy
robe on the little white lawn chair in the corner, with my purple flannel
pajamas, undies, and my Shrek Donkey head slippers deciding to end my day
with my usual relaxing hot shower.

   (That is if the water heater was working which it sometimes isn't.)

   The last of the four little stalls has kind of a window, and two
concrete walls, one plastic one kinda, and the little sort of clearish
plastic sheet, not really see through but not like white or some other
color.  We have to leave it open or the walls get really really funky.  The
window not the curtain, ok Ill try to make sense of this but im writing too
fast!

   So I start the hot water, step into the corner and add the cold till it
was the warmest I could take.  I curl and twirl my hair up, pull the
curtain closed behind me, and stand like most people I think, facing the
wall, water blasting my neck and back till I got used to the water's heat
and pressure.  The little white tiles get slippery from all the conditioner
everyone uses, so you're careful turning or walking, any moving your feet
at all.  I stood there for a few minutes, my hands on the wall, leaning
away from the water, and toward it, making it hit at my very tired
shoulders, then down to my tailbone, then back.

   I had the water blasting at about my navel's height, when I slowly
turned to face the water.  I had set my body wash on the ledge of the
little window sill, and was leaning over to it, but the water was too hot
and hit me in the sensitive area (guess where) and having just shaved, it
was VERY sensitive.  So I just leaned back toward the water.  Up the
splashpoint goes, massaging my tummy, right hip, my sternum, my chest, and
it happens.

   "Are you my girlfriend?" This deep, sexy man's voice says, from like,
the window behind me.  I chilled, stood there hoping it was a mirage,
daydream, I get those as you know Diary, so I do the steps, like I was
taught.  I said aloud in a low voice, almost a whisper, "she's not here
now, call later for her." No response.  I slowly started to turn, but it
was really slippery by the edge where my foot was, so I looked down to find
the drain.  It's not as slippery on the metal drain strainer thing.

   Two really big hands reached around from behind me, under my arms, and
cupped my puppies and started squeezing them.  I nearly fell to the floor,
but the stall is so small that two people probably can't fit in it,
certainly a man with hands that big wouldn't fit through that window.  But
maybe his hands could?

   "Are you my girlfriend?" His fingers were tweaking my nips and playing
with them, hands still massaging, lifting, really arousing me harsh, and I
was like, `maybe its my phantom lover returned!'

   "Yes I'm your girlfriend" I said, and just stood there while he played.
I remember sighing once or so, but I'm not sure how long I just stood
there.

   Carol had walked in the shower and was standing right outside the
plastic sheet of mine, unknown to me till she said "Wendy, I know you can't
drive, but I don't think I can drive the whole way, how would you feel
about switching off maybe, after the Jordan border?"

   I tried to lean away, to step out of the shower, but his hands were
huge, and the little tug-tug thing on my nips was buckling my knees, and I
had managed to bite my lower lip pretty badly to stay quiet.  I reached out
my left arm and could just barely touch it.  I inhaled deeply, while he
rolled my breasts around like hands from shiatsu heaven.

   "Maybe for a little while, if the road is good, driving scares me." I
closed my mouth and pursed my lips tight as the hands pulled me toward the
wall and the window.  I was so impressed with how much I managed to say and
how well, unaffected kinda it sounded.  I tried to keep up with the hands
pulling, hoping my feet wouldn't hit a slick spot.  The cool wall tickled
my butt and my shoulder blades, and I closed my eyes while the hands began
to move around, little finger movements, scratches, rolling circles,
tugging, kneading.  Carol talked and talked about the last drive we went
on, as she tried to get out of her job again, like usual, and blaming it on
being older, which is just not fair.

   She added, "Remember it's a family visit, wear something, well, you
know." Why'd she have to go there?  I know how to dress churchlike, been
doing it for years, hello!  Right then though I didn't want to wear
anything, I could barely think of anything except how amazing he was making
me feel.  I heard her saying thank you and the door squeak open, and the
door shut with a thump.  The hands instantly disappeared at the sound of
the thump, and I was left trembling in a frenzy, soaked and washed, milked
and caressed and aroused to shivering all over.  I was a total mess.  Why
was it so wonderful?

   I did a quick dry off, threw the robe on me, and rolled up the other
clothes.  I clutched them under my arm and stumbled to my room down the
hall, where just after putting on my new dance CD (right now Dip It Low is
playing by Christina Milian- if you are a dancer you can NOT stand still to
it) I pulled my book out and wrote this in my journal while Toxic played.

   NOTE

   I changed the name and I changed what he exactly said in my ear, but the
rest is the same as the journal.