Now that I was older, eleven or twelve, one of my new chores was to help Ida with her bath.
The water was scalding, and his skin was starting to turn a violent shade of red. Todd suppressed a sob, he knew no other way to wash off that horrible feeling he got after having sex. It was so rare when someone actually responded to his advances, he felt like he had to continue the act so that no one would be the wiser. Ever since childhood, he hated when anyone touched him for more than a few moments at a time. Limiting his bodily contact to 'high-five's' so no one would question his distance. Ever since...All those nights...
He scrubbed the loofah harder against his skin, trying to make it hurt, trying to rub of the feeling of her hands on him.
He hated it, he hated it so much. He talked a big game, and threw sexual innuendos at anyone in range. The more disgusting he acted, the less people want to be around him. The less people wanted to be around him, the 'safer' he was.
He hoped to God Lisa let herself out, he was going to be in here for a while.
Ya gotta admit, it makes sense.