The water hit my body and felt like lava was washing down on me.  I stepped aside for a second and then back again and I repeated that little dance about a hundred times to give myself a pause between the self--inflicting torture of taking a shower.

I saw the scratchy loofah hanging on the golden hook and just the thought of scrubbing myself down with that sent a shiver down my body. The soap was all I could handle-- it was oily and smelled of roses which was perfectly soothing ...