Page 12 of Guarding Glenda

He stomped over, taking me from her grasp. His lips were a straight line and his jaw ticked. Asshole.

Once in the bathroom, Linny ran the shower, flipped the toilet seat down, and helped me sit.

“I think I can get it from here,” Linny said.

I was already winded and my legs were still wobbly. “Maybe I should just do a bath?”

“Can you not stand?” Linny asked.

Holding onto the counter, I shook my head. “I don’t know.”

Leigh pulled his shirt off then unbuttoned his pants. He was even more ripped than I remembered, and had more tattoos than I’d remembered, too.

Linny put her hand up and looked the other way. “Um, what are you doing? Bama will literally kill you if you show me your dick.”

“It’s underwear. You can’t see anything, relax.” He worked his jeans off and was already barefoot. “I’ll hold her, you help her wash.”

“What the fuck?” I asked. “I am not getting naked with you in the shower.”

“Not like I haven’t seen it before. But those are my clothes. You can leave them on. We’ll work it out. Just come on.”

“Shut up.”

He leaned down and picked me up, stepping into the shower. He lowered my feet and held me up.

“Um, water is getting all over the floor,” Linny said.

“I don’t give a fuck about the floor. Just grab the washcloth and her shit,” Leigh said.

“Okay,” Linny said as she pulled the bandana off. She then grabbed the shower head and wet my hair.

The hot water felt great trickling down over my achy muscles. But I couldn’t relax with Leigh half naked behind me, and having the clothes stick to me was awkward.

But Leigh held me steady as Linny washed my hair then got my back, stomach, and arms.

“Pull the pants off,” I said. I needed to get the bottom half. “Just get my legs and feet. I’ll do the other stuff.”

Linny pulled the soaking pants off and tossed them to the back of the tub. She got my legs, then carefully got my feet as Leigh kept me steady.

“Hand me that rag,” I told her. She turned away, and I got my breasts, then the other bits I didn’t expect her to touch. It was kind of annoying that Leigh was behind me, but I needed to wash my ass, so I didn’t have a lot of options.

I tossed the rag down, then grabbed the face wash Linny brought from my room and gave my face a good wash.

I leaned into the water to rinse my face, then Linny reached in to hand me the shower head. I rinsed the places she didn’t and then handed it back to her.

“You ready to get out?” Leigh asked.

Nodding, I wiped the water from my face.

“Put a towel down on the floor so she doesn’t slip,” he said.

Linny pulled a towel from the cabinet and put it on the floor to soak up the water. There wasn’t a rug in the bathroom, but it was a guest room and I assumed he didn’t get many guests. Plus, he wasn’t a very frilly man.

Linny then held up another towel and Leigh helped me from the tub. He grabbed the towel from her and wrapped it around me, under my arms. “I’ll hold her, you help her pull this shirt off while she’s covered.”

Linny worked to get the wet t-shirt off while Leigh held me in place, trying to keep the towel around me.

“Jesus. That was a workout,” Linny said.