I did vividly recall Mark's taking me into his bathroom. He had filled the tub and told me to undress. I had no desire to take my clothes off, and tears of shame welled up in my eyes again. He promised to turn his back and let me get into the tub. Finally, after a lot of futile begging, I did as he said. I all but moaned at how good the hot water felt. I sat in the tub and drew my knees up to my chest. Stripping his shirt off, Mark sat on the floor next to the tub and proceeded to wash me with a soft sponge....