011 :: Shower
Would you like to shower now. (Peter)
Naomi examined where Peter had shaved her. The small triangle of pubic hair above her exposed vulva. She glanced at him. He was lying on the bed. On his stomach. On his Skroll. She restarted the shower. Stepped in. Closed the door. Stood in the water. Let it run over her. One. Two. Three. Five minutes without moving. Feeling the water wash over her. Warm her skin. Sooth her. She turned to face the room. Peter had not moved. She looked at him. Trying to work him out as the water ran over her skin. Peter was calm. Subdued. Restrained. Contained or perhaps self contained.
She lathered herself. Shampooed her hair. Stopped. Watched Peter. Conditioner. Five. Ten minutes. Peter did not glance at her once. He just did his thing.
She stepped out of the shower. She towel dried herself. Combed her hair in the mirror above the small table. She surveyed herself. She looked good. She would manage this strange society so new to her. These strange people would wash past her like the water washed over her skin.
The Skroll on the table buzzed. She looked at it as if it were a stranger.
012 :: Pic
