"Let me wash your back."
Dean chuckled, "Can't keep your hands off me?"
Marie replied by smacking him in the face with the loofah.
"Just turn around."
Still chuckling, Dean did as he was told.

She lathered him up slowly, drawing little patterns on his back.

"I lo-"


Sputtering, Marie splashed Dean back; the water washing away all the lather.

"Was there something you wanted to say?"
"No, nothing", she said, smiling to herself.

Outside, in the alley of their apartment, a cop oversees a young man.

"C'mon, put your back into it. You're not scrubbing nearly hard enough. It was a stupid picture anyway."
Scowling, the young man does as he is told, already planning out his next piece.

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