Bathtime 1962.

Yiska sat in the bath and threw handfuls of soapy water over her small breasts. She wished Benny was there to wash her back or better still be in the bath with her and then they could wash each other over. She smiled at the thought. Don't be too long in there, her mother called out through the door. Won't be long she replied. What would she do now if he was in the bath and her mother outside pacing up and down outside the bathroom? But he wasn't so it didn't matter. But say he was? She smiled and lay down in the bath to rinse off and then softly laughed.

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