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In his dream before awakening, he and Rachel were at a family picnic on his sister’s ranch. His sister Sarah was raising her wine glass to make a toast to them when it started to rain. All the guests, including Rachael, go up abruptly, leaving him alone at the table as they rushed into the ranch house to escape the deluge of rain, wind, and hail while calling him to come inside. He woke up, realizing he could hear water running. He placed his hand on her side of the bed, thinking ‘It’s indian still warm, she must be in the bathroom,’ and this made him smile. ‘He quietly entered the bathroom, surprising her as he grabbed her through the shower curtain, making her shriek in surprise. “My, that was mature, did you hear me calling you?” She asked, momentarily annoyed, but smiling at his playfulness, thinking, ‘I should have suspected something like this.’ “Oh, sorry,” John replied, “Now that I’ve established it's you; I’ll leave you to your shower. There are more rib roast and roasted hot peppers waiting for me downstairs for breakfast.” “Stand fast, Marine,” Rachel reprimanded, “Do you need a formal printed invitation?” “Of course not. I’ll get my fountain pen, and you write it out while I eat a sandwich. We’ll tape it right here in the bathroom door to avoid future misunderstandings.” “John Ian McCloud, if you know what’s go for you, you’ll cut this nonsense out and get in this shower right now!” She scolded as if admonishing a willful child. “Using my full name in that tone of voice won’t work with me.” “It won’t; I’ll have to think of something else. What do you suggest?” “Let me think about it. Can I eat while I’m thinking about it,” and immediately after a bar of Kirk’s Castile soap came sailing over the top of the shower curtain in his direction. He caught it without thinking, much like a shortstop catching a baseball within easy reach. “Well, since you put it that way, Bunny….” He joined her seconds later with the persuasive bar of soap, and Rachael put her arms around his neck and said, “Bread & Butter, lover,” and then she kissed his lips and said, “I love you, Johnny.” She then wet him down with the shower wand, and taking the soap started soaping his neck and shoulders, saying, “You know baby, you haven’t changed much at all. You’re still the virile hard-bodied stud I remember from last night, and two times, no less!” and she kissed him again, squeezing his ass for good measure. She looked down, smiling, and started to wash his hard cock standing at attention from her firm and stimulating soapy ministrations. “This a very nice technique for your first shower with a man,” John commented as she continued to wash him, “Will I get shampoo, too?” “What makes you think it’s my first time?” she asked innocently. “Washing a patient doesn’t count,” he answered. “Good point, and thank you for the compliment. You will get a shampoo, and then you will give me one.” As she said it, the doorbell rang; then they heard loud knocking on the front door. The Counselor Wendy – the Counselor Fiction or True ? Chapter One – first meeting I was not happy about the letter the dean had sent me, informing us, the Sigma Mu Kappa fraternity (SMK), that we are falling behind the other Greek fraternities and sororities in actual progress towards graduation. 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