Karen was washing your shoulders with her hands, the water dripping down your arms as your muscles tensed up.

Karen reminding you to tell her, if she scrubbed to rough, the bubbles in the bath a puffy white, as a tray was supported on top of the white—golden outlined tray with a bar of soap.

As Karen smiled softly, her finger tips moving softly across your arms and shoulders, and washing you back of your neck sending chills down your spine.