The Cleaning Lady
By Max Swan. The hot water from the shower had barely rinsed off the chlorine when I stepped out, the steam still clinging to the tiled walls of the empty changing room. It was late, the pool was nearly closed, and the place felt deserted. I glanced around, but no one was in sight. For once, I didn’t bother wrapping the towel around my waist. Why hide? My heart gave a little flutter of relief as I stood there, naked
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