While washing my body with a loofah, water cascading over me, I felt a shiver as if he were caressing me.
As my hands moved downward, the sensation persisted. Even my womanhood throbbed, burning as if his touch lingered.
I recoiled as though I had touched fire. Normally, I don't associate thoughts of him when tending to my physical needs. However, he promised that I would find pleasure, and he was correct. Even in the shower, he occupied my thoughts.
After swiftly rinsing off, I departed. I felt much more at ease without him being present. I changed into comfortable attire and prepared myself a meal. Following my dinner, I found myself alone once more.
My thoughts drifted back to my family. What were they doing now? Those men were dangerous. Despite still being unsure of why he was aft
