Chapter 2

Mark was booked into a suite hotel. I found a parking spot right beside the entry door closest to his room. Once I pulled in and parked, I quickly helped Abby out and using the key card, got us inside out of the wind, rain, and cold. It seemed as if Abby used up all of her remaining strength trying to help me. By the time I got her inside she had stopped responding to my comments, and seemed to be on the verge of passing out. As we entered, I turned the heat up to high and hoped it would be enough.

It was important to get her out of those wet clothes and warmed up, so I led her straight to the bathroom and gently started to remove her soiled, soaked, and disintegrating clothing. Abby offered no resistance as I got her naked. She stood silently while I got the shower warmed up for her, and just before I would have helped her step in under the water, I had the thought that she probably needed to use the commode.

When I turned her so that her back was to the toilet, I gently urged to sit, which she did. While she took care of that, I got towels and soap, as well as shampoo and other things ready for her.

Abby let me raise her up and walk her into the shower, without either comment, or resistance. She seemed completely docile as I took the soap and washcloth and washed her, starting with her head and hair. Such was the dirt and oil matted into it, her hair was plastered to her scalp. After several repeated soakings, she was looking human again.

When I discarded the soiled washcloth and used a new one to clean her from the neck down, Abby let me handle her as if I was bathing a newborn infant. My hands roamed all over her, including her most private places. Her skin was dried out and caked with dirt, so I had to be a bit forceful to get her clean. Abby didn’t say a word while I manhandled her from top to bottom.

When I moved between her legs, she closed her eyes very tightly and stood as still as a statue. She was just as soiled under her panties as everywhere else and it took me several tries to get the buildup to leave loose, so that I could rinse her clean. Abby’s breasts were small but firm, and as I gently scrubbed the dirt from her areoles, her nipples stood up and saluted. I tried to be as gentle as possible, but the really private places were filthy and needed a lot of attention. Eventually she came clean in those areas too.

It took some time but I managed to get her shaved in all the appropriate places. Eventually her hair was neatly combed and her teeth were properly brushed. Abby sat still as I manipulated her body so that I could finish correcting what time, dirt and debris had soiled.

As I worked to clean her, the clear water had run off of her abused body in rivers. When it was time to do her feet and toes, I gently moved her to a sitting position against the back wall of the shower and letting the hot water soak some of the grime and dirt off. Once her feet showed no signs of the filth that I had removed, I carefully clipped her finger and toe nails.

When her body fairly shone from the cleaning she had received, Abby seemed to come to her senses and looked at me as if she had no idea how she came to be naked in the shower, with a former student washing her as if he did it all the time. She looked down at her sparkling clean skin and blushed like a virgin. “I’m so sorry ... Mark. You shouldn’t have to help me in the bathroom like this ... I’m so sorry...” Her eyes told a story of embarrassment and blessed relief as she checked to confirm she was clean in all of her intimate places. One could just imagine where and under what circumstances she had been forced to deal with her bathroom needs over the weeks.

Not knowing what to say, I kissed her gently, and said, “I am so grateful to have come along and found you before you either got sick and died, or froze to death out there.”

Abby hugged me, still naked, soaking my shirt and undershirt. She cried into my chest, completely naked, in the shower, with a virtual stranger. I held her and let her cry it out. Eventually she quieted down. After a few seconds of sniffling and nose blowing into tissues thoughtfully provided by the hotel, she smiled and giggled in that voice that must have driven Mark crazy with desire back in school.

The shower was not the best place to help Abby deal with all of her issues, so I cut off the water, dried her using all four towels left by the maid, and led her to the bed, where I helped her into my oversized, long-sleeved, T-shirt. It fell below her waist and covered everything it needed to cover until I could get out and buy her some clothes.