Now I really need to shower, and properly this time, not the quick wash I'd done earlier.
I stood up and walked to the bathroom like a clueless toddler, turned on the water and let it heat up while I pulled off my nightgown and panties. The evidence of this morning was still all over me, and my thighs was sticky and wet, as I stepped under the hot spray with this cool relief.
The water felt so good, washing away the physical evidence even if it couldn't wash away the ones deep in my head.
I scrubbed my skin until it was pink, washed my hair twice with the same vanilla shampoo I use, to give it that soft and shiny feel. I used my favorite conditioner, the one I saved for better occasions, especially those I'm very eager to attend, and I made sure I shaved everything carefully.
I was tak
