Post by ivansercofsky on Jun 23, 2005 10:44:03 GMT -5
Ivan walked into the boy's bathrooms with a heavy sigh early one morning, the feeling of the tavern women touching him while they flirted not really leaving his mind yet and making him wish he had never gone in the first place. His silver hair felt greasy and his skin felt soiled. He needed to shower right away.
After making the water just the right temperature, the russian man stripped and slipped under the steady stream, happily allowing the warmth to spread over him like a blanket. he quickly shampooed his hair and smile when he rinsed it out, feeling none of the greasy that he had somehow felt was there earlier. He then used some soap and a cloth to clean off his skin, also removing the dirty and grime (both real and not) and leaving him feeling very refreshed.
After making the water just the right temperature, the russian man stripped and slipped under the steady stream, happily allowing the warmth to spread over him like a blanket. he quickly shampooed his hair and smile when he rinsed it out, feeling none of the greasy that he had somehow felt was there earlier. He then used some soap and a cloth to clean off his skin, also removing the dirty and grime (both real and not) and leaving him feeling very refreshed.