Fourteen

Zachariah then walks us into the room and then into the bathroom. He stops and puts my feet on the ground but doesn't let me go. He removes my pants and then my blouse, surprisingly, with great ease and without either letting me go or ripping them, he then removes his own pants. 

Picking me back up bridal style, he then walks with me into the bath. I am too exhausted to care, but I am expecting it to be cold; I am, however, surprised that it is hot but not too hot. Zachariah takes us to the other end of the bath and sits down on the underwater seat, still holding me in his arms and now on his lap. He reaches over his shoulder and picks something up. It's not until he brings it in front of him that I see it is one of those shower sponges.

He then moves me so I am sitting on the seat in front of him. He reaches the other hand back and comes back with some shower gel. He lathers it up and then runs it slowly over my body, making it react even with my exhaustion but h