Poor Alex. Little did he know he'd been tricked by those two cursed men and now he couldn't help but worry for the girls' safety. Alex himself realized that he was doing exactly what they wanted, but still couldn't turn his back now that he was already halfway there (coward). Also, although he would have preferred not to think about it at all, he quickly realized that his presence did not seem to be desired.

Despite being gutless, the boy wasn't entirely stupid. And, wanting to be completely honest, he even understood the reason for that impression. Whatever event might have occurred the following day, those on whom the responsibility of getting everyone's asses home would certainly have fallen would have been the men of the group.

Now, avoiding wasting time in useless discussions about the equality of the sexes, the fact that we were in the twenty-first century and not in the 1920s and, lastly, in vain and embarrassing insults using the term 'fascist' improperly; in the human species things had always played out the same way. Men went off to die in wars, hunting campaigns or any other necessary event while instead the rest of the population stayed behind to preserve the preservable.

"If I had gone with the flow and been convinced by the propaganda I'd probably feel better now..." Commented he still engaged in his journey, barely whispering as he slowed down more and more so as to avoid as much as possible to cause noises that could betray him; joking, as much as it was possible, about his state of mind.

According to the new dogmas, in fact, it was considered absolute heresy to even suggest that there could be differences between men and women and, because of this, a myriad of written and unwritten rules had been created over time to which the new society had to adapt. Alex could never believe it though, even though he had had a tomboy like Camilla by his side first in his childhood and then in his adolescence.

And how could he at the end of the day?

Society could have all the equal opportunities it wanted, if that was the will of the masses, he couldn't care less. However, he had already failed as a man once and that had been enough for him largely. That event many years before had separated him from the girl and like hell he was going to allow it to happen a second time.

Call this weak kid whatever you want, I couldn't care less, but there wasn't a single chance he could treat her the same way as a man. If another bullet had gone off, this time it would have had to go through him first and no fucking way was Camilla supposed to be at his side. Her place had to be behind him, in the place that would at least provide her with a minimal amount of protection.

Although... Well, it's often said that wishing is power, however, I wouldn't put my finger on it. "Who am I kidding?" See? Even Alex hardly believed that, though he wished with all his heart to live up to that silent promise of his. A fitting juxtaposition for his character. A little sad, but very fitting.

"No... I'm keeping these on! No! No!"

Before he could finish feeling sorry for himself, however, he heard a little cry coming from the door immediately in front of him. He recognized the voice, suddenly thinking, "Sabrina? Was that Sabrina?" realizing at the same time that he had almost crossed the forbidden threshold without even realizing it. Instinctively he shuddered. Of course, Mario had covered the entrance with a curtain to ensure a minimum of privacy, but if you kept an eye out it was very easy to see the shadow of a hypothetical lunatic passing in front of us.

Heart attack aside, having reached his destination, he tried to calm himself down by sitting on the floor in a spot near the curtain. The steam that was continuously coming out of the room had already largely dampened the part of the wall above the entrance, to the point that on the sides you could even see some small droplets falling along the surface. I should say, however, that when Alex felt that wetness on his back he found, for some reason, very strange that that water had not already turned into frost or dried, because of the cool temperature and the breeze that sometimes managed to annoy him.

Bizarre physics aside, the boy continued to sit there, still and attentive with his ears outstretched, looking for possible troublesome noises. Too bad that the sentences of the two girls engaged in their shower were the only things he heard. And, trust me, they embarrassed him quite a bit even though he was of a certain age; also because, as far as mental age was concerned, he certainly could not be considered a champion.

"Ah! Let go of me! No! Let go of me! I don't want to! I don't want to!" A second cry from Sabrina had him petrified seconds later, setting his imagination in motion with nothing he could do about it.

"Come on... I've always wanted to have a little sister. Besides, we're between girls. Haven't you ever showered in the locker room? Doesn't it feel weird to get in the tub with your panties still on? Come on, come here... Gotcha! I got you!" On the other hand, however, Camilla's familiar well ringing voice brought him back down to earth, quickly forming a smile on his face.

In the Boss's room, meanwhile, clearly identifiable by the fact that a veil of fog separated it from the rest of the world, the big woman finally managed to grab Sabrina and 'convince' her to undress. She, in response, looked around embarrassed, then threw herself into the tub to hide among the bubbles and foam. She didn't even see the other's beautifully firm and, obviously, well-trained body slip off one dress at a time and enter, paradoxically, much more gently into the tub with her.

"That crazy girl..." whispered Alex meanwhile from the other side of the wall, having almost completely lost the surge of libido that had risen in him moments before. Love or not love, that was unfortunately the effect that imagining the body of his beloved caused him. Nevertheless, in spite of his feelings of guilt, he also felt a strong admiration towards her for being able to behave in such a way despite everything.

Since we are blessed with a naturally high dose of testosterone, however, let's forget about him for a while and focus on what really colors life. Ah, I'm talking about chicks; recreational drugs are for another day.

"They should have made the damn tub a little bigger. It's almost cramped for two. Actually, one and a half," Camilla continued in the meantime joking with Sabrina as she made noises of bottles being crushed by her off-the-charts strength without the slightest regard for waste.

"Get off me! I can do it myself! I can do it myself!" Sabrina reached her limit, however, when the other took a sponge and began to rub it against her abdomen and hips. Small but strangely determined, the girl turned her back on her and clammed up once more, doing nothing but creating an opening in her defenses.

With Sabrina's arms no longer in the way, Camilla took the opportunity to attack her with something that looked like a mix between a tackle and a hug, strange to imagine because of the big difference in height between the two. After that, she used the same sponge she still had in her hand to rub her back, saying to her in the meantime: "What is all this nonsense? With the beautiful skin you have the last thing you should be worrying about is being embarrassed?"

She, poor star, ended up cowering even more and hiding her eyes with her hands, probably with the same 'if I can't see you, you can't see me' logic that a child would use. In truth, however, that closeness did not make her feel uncomfortable and, indeed, she almost found it comforting. Sabrina was always afraid of being seen by others or even being noticed more than she had to be, so she had never had such an intimate experience before that moment.

Of course, she didn't consider Camilla to be her real friend, since they had known each other for something like twenty-four hours. However, perhaps because of the very unusual situation they had found themselves in, she somehow felt the desire to want to get to know her or, even, befriend her.

Of course, even with these assumptions in mind she found it difficult to do almost anything that could bring her closer to the goal; but already having accepted the offer to take a bath together had cost her a good part of her courage. Although, if we really have to nitpick, on that occasion she had been helped above all by the prospect of actually being able to use the shower ahead of time.

"There you go. All clean!" Exclaimed Camilla some time, satisfied with her scrubbing. Then, tapping one of the other girl's shoulders with her fingertips, she said while holding the sponge in plain sight, "Now it's your turn!" not putting it too lightly.

Sabrina wasn't too convinced, but eventually agreed. Coming out of her shell as a sea creature might have done with a seashell, she turned around and took the sponge, already covered in foam, in her hands. Camilla showed her a smile and lost a few seconds to give her a pat on the head, forming something similar to a small hat because of the milky foam and then giving her the back.

The foam and the steam at that point had made it quite difficult to even see where the edges of the tub had gone to hide, almost making little Sabrina fall forward as she tried to grab them to reposition herself better. Camilla was worried for a moment, but breathed a sigh of relief when Sabrina said, "It's okay, it's okay," and started rubbing her back shortly after.

Ah... Is it because she has a body like that that she can have all her confidence? If I had also been born with a body like hers, could I have been similar to her too? She thought as she moved her hands and realized the other's well-proportioned shape and almost total lack of love handles towards her hips.

Just as her thoughts had begun to take that direction, however, she noticed a strange mark peeping out from under the veil of soap and water, leading her to instinctively move in that direction. A tattoo? She thought at first, seeing how much it seemed to stand out in comparison to the rest.

However, as she cleaned, Sabrina began to see other more or less small marks, some as much as one or two centimeters apart. Some time later she realized. That wasn't ink, it was just the skin that had taken on that faded color and those rough patterns that sometimes seemed to go in one direction and other times in another, almost as if the skin had been pulled and sewn back together.

They were scars. Strange scars to be more precise. Marks that one could hardly get by cutting oneself with a blade or falling to the ground. They looked almost like little for-

"Ah, right," Camilla said noticing that Sabrina had stopped, briefly taking on a darker expression." I've had them for so long now, I forget I even have them. All the girls on my team have gotten used to seeing them by now. I' m sorry, I hadn't really thought about that. They're kind of ugly to look at, aren't they?" She continued after taking a breath, hiding her emotions and wearing a smile again that kept a hint of melancholy though.

"Here... I... I... I don't... No..." Sabrina stuttered with something of desperation, causing Camilla to be a little moved because of that, despite the fact that she couldn't see Sabrina hesitant expression. The little girl certainly didn't expect something like this, and it only increased the amount of difficulty with which the words came out of her mouth.

Though small and hidden, wounds like that easily jumped out at you once you saw them. It probably meant a lot more to a girl than, for example, the now even more bitter Alex could imagine from hiding in the half-light. To him, scarring could be considered a real problem perhaps when going to the beach, where the choice became getting your finger pointed at by some asshole, or more likely bitch, or wearing a swimsuit that covered enough.

His masculine mind understood the problem, but he would perhaps never come to truly understand what it could mean to have to be ashamed of your body or hide it to avoid discomfort to others; especially for a species that thrives more on being complimented than drinking water. However, beneath the surface, he still felt a strong anger every time he thought about it.

"No... They're not... They're not horrible..." To save the situation a little bit, however, Sabrina, finally able to put together a proper sentence, was able to reassure Camilla at least a little bit. She continued before the other said anything: "They're not horrible. They just surprised me a little bit... You have such a perfect physique that I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw an imperfection," concluding later, following a deep breath, "Hearing you say something like that hurt me a little bit, you know? If you're horrible then what am I supposed to be? You're heartless you know?" Raising her head again and moving her gaze a little here and a little there in embarrassment.