CON: Part 2 - The Sobering Dawn

A small pool of soap collected at the base of her neck.

Soon, gravity won, and a thin, winding, rivulet of white soap, contrasted against her olive skin, began to trickle in a silver stream, slowly down her graceful back, following the curves, taking a sharp turn at her buttocks, and then continuing down the back of one muscular thigh, and to the calf, until it finally reached the shower floor.

The sun turned beads of water on her skin into a zillion tiny prisms.

Suddenly, I was on fire.