He laid the towel on the chair and covered her hands with his own. He couldn't bear to leave her at that moment. The intimate activity of washing her had been his first source of contact with her, and unless she were dead, he wouldn't let this opportunity be missed. He looked at the water in which she was standing, and seeing how dirty it was from contact with his body, he lifted her from the water and emptied the basin and emptied it and filled it with fresh. He went to the night table in the bedroom and removed a small bottle he had hidden there, and poured a small amount of its contents in the water. The room was suddenly filled with the fragrance of lilacs. Dipping his hand in the water he began by spreading the wonderful fragrance over her skin, and then soaping his hands to form a lather, slowly began washing his way up her thighs. his hands avoided the moist triangle at the tops of her thighs which by now was leaking its nectar and streaking the soap sud just beneath it. He moved across her smooth soft belly.and up to the soft round orbs of her breasts, he soaped them and massaged the nipples until they were taught then wrapping his arms around her washed her back as he kissed her passionately. He washed her shoulders arms and neck and then carefully washed her face avoiding eyes, finally he washed and then immediately rinsed her beautiful hair infusing it with the smell of the lilac water. as he rinsed her hair the runoff carried the suds from her body down the the basin. Last he first licked the lovely nectar that had accumulated at her pussy then lathered it with soap and rinsed it carefully. He lifted her from the basin and set her down on the carpet then dried first her hair then the rest of her body, and finally his own. He dumped the water, put away the basin, and took her hand and led her to his bed. dimming the last lamp as they entered the bedroom.