When he was satisfied, Mr. Milankovitch asked her to lift her hips. He slid out the towel she had been sitting on and replaced it with a fresh one. Again he swirled the washcloth in the basin and placed it over her freshly trimmed pubes. It felt very good.
She heard him take the lid off some kind of small container and, after some splashing of water, she glanced down to see he was making a foamy soapy mix in a small bowl. As he worked a small round brush around and around, the suds grew. She smelled the faint odor of eucalyptus and sandalwood. 'Wow,' Sela thought. 'I guess this really is a spa treatment!'
Mr. Milankovitch lifted the washcloth away. She watched as he applied the warm sudsy lather to her soft skin. His hand moved slowly, using the brush and his fingers to spread the warm s
