Thread: Futanari: Exposed (Maxy x Tellmi_Moore)

Oh, thank you, she smiled as he led her to the downstairs bathroom. The house was large and well furnished, and she suspected he employed one of the major cleaning services, given that the house was spotless. So many houses had been left empty after the plague that cleaning services, rather than a luxury for the rich, were a necessity subsidized by the government to keep unoccupied houses from falling into utter disrepair. They also, as a side industry, cleaned the houses of surviving children who had inherited homes, but Lydia had never given this much thought, never meeting a child who had inherited much from their parents. In many cities, looting and fires and civil unrest during the Plague Years had destroyed most of the holdings many people had and the government had seized much of the property in the devastated areas. Most of Lydia's friends - though they may not consider themselves her friends any longer - had come from these disaster areas and had been fellow wards of the state. The water was warm and welcoming, and it was a little disconcerting to Lydia that, given what had happened today, she was feeling as well as she did. Maybe she was still in shock? She considered this, then discarded it, not because she didn't believe it, but because there was no way for her to know, not knowing what this entailed besides what she had read in books and seen in movies when someone was said to be in shock. There were little single use bottles of shampoo in the shower sill, which confirmed to Lydia that Erik used one of the state sponsored cleaning services - they left the same brands in the bathrooms of the dormitory rooms Lydia had been living in for the last year or so. She washed her hair and rinsed, standing under the hot jets of water for what felt like a long time, but may have only been a few minutes. She turned off the water and reached for a towel. There wasn't one there, and she sighed, realizing she had forgotten to ask for one. She looked around and found a hand towel used for drying hands that hung on a ring next to the sink, and started toweling herself off with it. It was fluffy and absorbent and surprisingly effective, though by the end it was heavy and sopping wet. She wrung out her hair as best she could and opened the medicine cabinet - finding only individually wrapped toothbrushes with no tooth paste and a selection of individually wrapped combs. She took one of the combs and ran it through her hair several times, shaking the comb in the sink after each swipe, droplets of water coming out of her brown locks each time. Throwing her hair back and, after wringing the towel out as best she could, running the damp towel over her head again, she hung up the hand towel and left to find Erik. She called out his name once or twice, rounded a corner and found him. She smiled and started to speak, when she was interrupted by her stomach rumbling - making her blush. Um... she laughed uncomfortably. Excuse me, she said, trying to dismiss the occurrence. Sorry, um, you said you wanted to talk? She interrupted herself before Erik could speak. I just wanted to say, thank you for trying to do... um... what you did. I really... I don't think many others would have every tried. Um... thank you. Sincerely. That was... really great. What you tried to do for me. She suddenly felt very shy, and crossed her legs and gripped her elbows behind her back, coyly, probably poorly, she mused internally to herself, given her height, but there it was. She looked down, embarrassed in spite of herself and waited for his reply, hoping she hadn't embarrassed him as well.