With a shy smile, Joan slipped into a robe before getting down to the bare essentials. Halfway to the bathroom, she stopped and swung around. "Elspeth… uh…"

"Hm?"

"I'm going to give my things a rinse. Want me to do yours while I'm at it?"

"Huh? Oh, you needn't bother."

"It's no bother. Another pair of nylons in the basin is no trouble at all. And I know how tired you must be. It's the least I can do to welcome my new roommate."

"You really want to? Okay." Grinning gratefully, Elspeth sat up and bent to take her stockings off. But her aching spine protested and she winced and tumbled backward onto the pile of pillows again. "Thanks anyway, but I'm too stiff to move even that much. Skip it for now, I'll do them myself later."

"Poor kid. Lie still. I'll take them off for you."

"Silly. You don't have to…"

"Hush. Let me."

Elspeth shrugged and did just that, lying there and letting the intimate chore be performed for her. Lying there and wondering if all this wasn't some sort of hint – a dyke pass? Oh shit, she was blond and beautiful and used to sexy passes from way back, but who could figure something like this? Her new roomie – imagine! There were no obvious caresses, no love-pats or anything like that, but she could sure feel those fingers touching her legs. High up, too, high up on the thighs. Ummm. Yes. Nice, nice. It gave her a kind of shuddery thrill, almost a cunt feeling…

Joan stripped the nylons away. Then, hesitantly, "Got any more to be done while I'm at it? Bra and panties?"

"I'm not wearing a bra."

The simple statement took on special meaning, Elspeth realized an instant later, a meaning she really hadn't intended. Or had she? What the hell, either way it didn't matter, she was already raising her ass and letting Joan tug the panties down. Again, there was no actual caress involved, but Elspeth closed her eyes and knew that the shyly solicitous hands on her flesh could only have been those of a would-be lover.