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medium height and medium build with medium brown hair, basic
blue eyes, and a generic, midrange white-girl face. The only thing remarkable
about her was the twenty pounds of blubber she’d put on cooking for Rick and
his mechanics. Now her big tits had a big belly beneath them. Thunder thighs and bonus booty too. Generally speaking,
getting naked in front of anyone, let alone this man, should be painful. But
she was so tweaked she couldn’t muster so much as a blush. And what good was a
sexy body anyway when you weren’t interested in sex?
    “Tip your head back.”
    She obeyed, finding it nice to give in to that velvet voice
behind her. He found her shampoo on the caddy, snapped the cap. The steam took
on a floral fragrance as he poured some in his hand. She closed her eyes and
let him lather up her hair. In fact, she let him do it all. Because
she was exhausted now. Stoned with stress and grief.
    Yes, grief.
    That was the part she hadn’t been prepared for. Somehow
she’d thought she could put her life down like it was someone else’s ailing pet
and walk away unscathed. No such luck.
    Something jerked her and Jane gasped, eyes popping open,
heart pounding in that crazy restart mode. He was holding her against him. Staring down into her face. She tried to get her weight
back, but he wouldn’t let her go. Again she got a sense of strength. Tremendous strength.
    “What happened? Did you faint, or did you fall asleep?”
    She didn’t know. She’d just shut off somehow. “Asleep, I
think.” Carefully, Jane resettled her weight on both her feet and drew a few
slow breaths. She’d barely slept all week, churning with adrenaline that
apparently was crashing now, leaving her unsteady. “I should get out and go to
bed.” She stepped back, and an odd sensation pierced her consciousness.
    “No,” she said, staring at the man’s erection pressed
against her belly.
    “No, what?”
    She frowned ferociously at his hard penis. Her eyes rose to
the damaged beauty of his face. “I can’t.”
    “Can’t what? Is this what worries
you?” He ran one hand over the thick length of his cock. “You want it to go
down again?” She blinked and watched. The big rod shuddered, twitched, and then
deflated, slowly but visibly, like time-lapse photography. Perversely, when it
was completely gone, she missed it.
    “When I’m aroused, I’m still myself and in control,” he
said. “There’s no reason to worry. Here.” He gave her the soap. She turned back
under the water and made quick work of soaping up her front and rinsing off.
When she turned back around, she looked at him again, remembering how she’d
found him—half-unconscious and strung up in Rick’s garage.
    “Come on,” she said. “Get under here. I’ll wash your back.”
He complied with no complaint. Jane studied his nude body from behind. Gorgeous. He must have had them flocking to the brothel. If
she were into sex, she’d definitely hand over a paycheck or two for the right
to maul him for a while. His shoulders were extremely broad. It made him look a
bit triangular, which was odd because she’d previously thought of him as one
smooth, solid line. But he was very broad, then narrow, then rounded with a thick, appealing curve of ass cheek underneath his tapered
waist. She washed him with meticulous attention, pausing at the angry abrasions
down his right side. “Does this soap sting?”
    “I don’t mind sting.” He chuckled, but Jane didn’t really
get those little jokes of his. She took great care examining him for dirt or
other foreign bodies. It seemed that he’d been lucky, protected by his clothes
and all that muscle. He flexed under her hands, and she thought again how nice
such a strong body was. Broad and thick, the line and shape like ancient
sculpture with the color of expensive wood. His head tilted back as she stroked
his shoulders. He moaned with pleasure in the water’s warm cascade.
    With some regret, Jane handed him the soap and