offered it to Jill.
âHey, donât drink your bath water! Now, I donât want it, either.â
âNot drink?â
His defenseless hurt was such that Jill did not know what to do. She hesitated, then bent her head and touched her lips to the offering. âThank you.â
âMay you never thirst!â
âI hope you are never thirsty, too. But thatâs enough. If you want a drink, Iâll get you one. Donât drink any more of this water.â
Smith seemed satisfied and sat quietly. By now Jill knew that he had never had a tub bath and did not know what was expected. No doubt she could coach him . . . but they were losing precious time.
Oh, well! It was not as bad as tending disturbed patients in N.P. wards. Her blouse was wet to the shoulders from dragging Smith off the bottom; she took it off and hung it up. She had been dressed for the street and was wearing a little pediskirt that floated around her knees. She glanced down. Although the pleats were permanized, it was silly to get it wet. She shrugged and zipped it off; it left her in brassière and panties.
Smith was staring with the interested eyes of a baby. Jill found herself blushing, which surprised her. She believed herself to be free of morbid modestyâshe recalled suddenly that she had gone on her first bareskin swimming party at fifteen. But this childlike stare bothered her; she decided to put up with wet underwear rather than do the obvious.
She covered discomposure with heartiness. âLetâs get busy and scrub the hide.â She knelt beside the tub, sprayed soap on him, and started working it into lather.
Presently Smith reached out and touched her right mammary gland. Jill drew back hastily. âHey! None of that!â
He looked as if she had slapped him. âNot?â he said tragically.
â âNot,â â she agreed firmly, then looked at his face and added softly, âItâs all right. Just donât distract me, Iâm busy.â
Jill cut the bath short, letting water drain and having him stand while she showered him off. Then she dressed while the blast dried him. The warm air startled him and he began to tremble; she told him not to be afraid and had him hold the grab rail.
She helped him out of the tub. âThere, you smell better and I bet you feel better.â
âFeel fine.â
âGood. Letâs get clothes on you.â She led him into Benâs bedroom. But before she could explain, demonstrate, or assist in getting shorts on him a manâs voice scared her almost out of her senses:
âOPEN UP-IN THERE!â
Jill dropped the shorts. Did they know anyone was inside? Yes, they mustâelse they would never have come here. That damned robocab must have given her away!
Should she answer? Or play-âpossum?
The shout over the announcing circuit was repeated. She whispered to Smith, âStay here!â then-went into the living room. âWho is it?â she called out, striving to keep her voice normal.
âOpen in the name of the law!â
âOpen in the name of what law? Donât be silly. Tell- me who you are before I call the police.â
âWe are the police. Are you Gillian Boardman?â
âMe? Iâm Phyllis OâToole and Iâm waiting for Mr. Caxton. Iâm going to call the police and report an invasion of privacy.â
âMiss Boardman, we have a warrant for your arrest. Open up or it will go hard with you.â
âIâm not âMiss Boardmanâ and Iâm calling the police!â
The voice did not answer. Jill waited, swallowing. Shortly she felt radiant heat against her face. The doorâs lock began to glow red, then white; something crunched and the door slid open. Two men were there; one stepped in, grinned and said, âThatâs the babe! Johnson, look around and find him.â
âOkay, Mr. Berquist.â
Jill tried to be a road block. The man called
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