A Year in the Life of... Chapter 3

He nodded his head and gave him a grin, a 'just two guys together' grin, and turned off the taps. He tested the waters temperature with a finger, a little hot, but it would be fine once he was in. Now he just needed to continue getting undressed...with a strange guy watching him.

"So, Ibrahim, is Mistress Danni your Mistress as well?" He asked. He was sure he could get rid of him; he was normally pretty good at emptying rooms. Ibrahim laughed in a loud, booming voice that instantly reminded him of James Earl Jones...that is if James Earl Jones could knock a wall down with just his big toe.

"No, your Mistress is not my Mistress. We have what you could call a complex yet surprisingly simple relationship, one that you may learn of in the future, but now you have to bathe and shave. I suggest you do so...or would you like me to help?"

In a panicked voice he stuttered "Erm...no thanks Ibrahim...I'm pretty sure I can sort this out myself...thanks anyway."

Ibrahim turned and left and he quickly pulled off the rest of his clothes and stepped into the bath, sinking into the hot water whilst doing the chimpanzee song.

"Ooh, ooh, ahh, ooh, ahh, ooh...oooh....aaaaaahhhhhh." Wow this waters hot, he thought, I'm going to look like a lobster when I get out, a bald lobster at that. Lobsters are bald anyway; pretty sure I've never heard of the lesser tufted lobster but who knows? I'll tell you who'd know, David Attenborough, that's who. If he hasn't seen it, ate it, or hit it with a stick then it doesn't exist...animal wise that is. He lay back in the steaming water, only his head above the surface. He allowed himself to luxuriate in the hot, swirling waters enjoying the feeling of the liquid on his naked flesh. Time to shampoo the old noggin he thought though he was pretty sure most people left that bit till the end or until they were out of the bath altogether. He looked over the lip of the bath and selected a bottle of shampoo from the pedestal and sank back, allowing his head to enter the water. He lay back with only his head above the surface. He squeezed a large amount of the sweet smelling gloop into his hands, held his breath and sank completely before surfacing and quickly lathering the shampoo through his locks. Getting a bit long he mused, could probably do with a trim.