> Julia turned at the sound of the shower door opening and smiled as she
> scrubbed soap into a wash cloth "Good morning, Mister Rayne.  A rather
bumpy
> one to start but..... I hope you're feeling better?"
>
> She turned and guided him until he was under the hot spray, giving him a
> quick but soft kiss before too much water fell into his eyes from the
> showerhead.
>
"Much," he told her, returning her kiss and then closing his eyes as the hot
water fell on his face.  It felt wonderful.  This had been just what he
needed.  Or perhaps it was just Julia he needed.  "How do you feel," he
asked curiously as the water cascaded over his shoulders and down his back.

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