I grabbed her hand and we headed for the shower. I keep a couple of big bottles of Dawn in there, just in case anybody gets an exposure.
As we ran, Sam cried and said, "help me dad." Once inside, she just stood there, crying. I could see the skin on her arms reddening. I kneeled and unzipped her boots. "Kick em off, kiddo. Help me here." While she did that, I turned the shower on. Sam was in her socks but still just standing there. "Help me, dad."
I took a grip of her tank and cami and not so gently yanked them off. The toned skin of her body already beet red against the soft green of her lacy bra. She held my shoulder as I pulled off her socks. Her pants were soaked, I had no choice. I unbuckled her belt, unsnapped them, and pulled the zipper down. The wet pants pooled at her calves, an
