Nicely turned out

I had my weekly shower last night. This is how it happens.

She lures me upstairs with soft words and a cuddle. Before I remember what happened last time, we are locked in the bathroom and she is stripped to the waist. Then I stand in the bath and she turns on the shower, checking the temperature. Then she showers me from the neck down and lathers me up, holding me firmly with one hand. Then, when she is trying to pick up the shower attachment I leap out of the bath and cower behind the toilet. She chases me out, puts me back in the bath and rinses me off. I put on my most pitiful look.

She has my towel warming on the radiator and she rubs me down. When she has dressed herself, she wraps me in another warm towel and takes me downstairs, where she keeps the hairdryer. She gives me a blow. It's a nice, warm feeling.