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young.” He said with his eyes closed. 
    “You
were never young.” She retorted.
    “I
keep forgetting that. . .it must have been someone else then.” He laughed and
he heard her chuckle. “It was so long ago though wasn’t it?” He paused and
breathed in deeply once more and then snapped himself out of his recollections
and began to strip down naked.
    “Very
long ago.” She whispered as she slid around the blind clothed only in the
sheerest of silk robes. It was in fact spiders silk that he had convinced
several spiders to weave for him. It retained a constant appearance of being
wet and almost but not quite see through. It clung to her frame and teased him
with all the pleasures it hid. He grinned at her and even at his age felt the
sight affecting him as his cock shifted and began to stiffen.
    “Wash.”
She said to him smiling. Her face was almost innocent looking, eternally fresh
and youthful. Her body was lithe and tight, small pert breasts and nipples that
seemed on the verge of cutting the fabric away. Her legs were long and slender
and yet muscled enough that she had a certain feline grace to her.
    Grinning
he stepped down into the basin and let his old body down. In fact the hot water
soothed his aching bones and he closed his eyes as he let his entire frame
drift into the water. The scent surrounded him completely and he lay his head
back so that just his nose and mouth remained above water. The heat of the
water penetrated his joints and muscles, slowly making him feel less and less
broken. He raised his head with a start as he felt a hand upon his chest.
Looking up he saw her leaning over him gently reaching down and caressing his
wrinkled flesh lovingly. She smiled and he felt like crying at the sight of her
over him. He closed his eyes and savored her touch.
    “I
remember. . .” he started to say.
    “Hush.
. .” she whispered. She knew all he remembered because she remembered it all
too.
    “So
long ago. . .” He said and stopped, his throat choking up as he spoke.
    “Hush
now. . .bathe old man. You still stink.” She said, smiling wistfully at him.
    He
chuckled and reached out for the cloth at the basins rim to scrub his old flesh
clean for her. He looked up at her and a thought occurred to him for the
thousandth time. Once more? How many more times would it be?
    “Hush
old man. . .let your soul be still now. . .peace is a beautiful thing.” She
whispered close to his ear and took the cloth from his hand and began to gently
wash his flesh. Dipping the cloth in the scented water and then raising it to
drip the warm liquid on his chest. He nodded and lay back against her and let
her wash him clean.
    “Manly
scent.” He said, grinning.
    She
chuckled and squeezed water out on his face before returning to washing him.
    “You
know. . .there was a day when I had a dozen virgins giving me my bath each
day.” He said in a dreamy voice.  She smiled softly, she had heard the tale so
many times. “I was the imperial WuJen and my every whim was satisfied. The
Emperor himself gifted me with a beautiful beat copper tub so big that it took
twelve servants three trips to carry enough hot water to fill it. Big enough
that those nubile virgins could bathe with me.”
    “That
put an end to having virgins bathing you then didn’t it?”
    “Yes.
. .but it lasted once. That was enough.” He paused and his brow furrowed. “The
water went red you know.” He said in contemplation. “So many virgins, the water
stained red before I was done.”
    She
ran the cloth gently over his face. “Hush now, that was another life. There are
no virgins here.” He snorted.
    “I was
different then you know.” He stated.
    “Yes.”
    “More
WuJen than man. More wizard than mortal.” He sighed.
    “They
enjoyed themselves I am sure, old man.” She tried to comfort him.
    “No.
They didn’t. I didn’t want them too.” He opened his eyes. “That is why this
place is so good for me.” He said, his eyes pleading