67. HERE WE ARE AGAIN PART I

Thick towels were lain on the bed, rushing to the bathroom just as the door opened, the two men walking in carrying the king to carefully lay him on the towels. A dish had been grabbed from the kitchen. I filled it with warm water. I poured my body wash gel, taking the towel I used to bath and walked out.

Brum stood, his body by the window, looking out at the grounds as Stern seemed as if he would faint staring at the king, stepping forward and back from him as if afraid he would die. I walked closer, setting the bowl on the bed with the cloth dipped in and twisted in a squeeze before gently wiping at the king’s skin with bubbles left behind which I wiped again.

I cleaned him up, every part of him cleaned.

A towel was wrapped just above the dirty shorts then I pulled them down, the towel covering. My hand slipped in, trying not to touch anything I was not supposed to touch, cleaning his waist where the band of the