"Then a shower we shall have." He could feel it in his bones - after the rush of all that frankly fantastic sex? He was still an old ginger man in his forties. A hot shower and some physical touching, and he would go right to sleep like a swaddled babe.

The water being warm enough, he stepped in and got his loofah to put his gel'd soap on. He preferred a nice fresh blend soap - with a touch of verbena. Suds going, he washed his front, and then handed it over to Gregory for his back, letting out a long sigh of contentment.

"I have decided to become accustomed to this, you know."