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• Satisfied with his handiwork, he turned and strode back into the bathroom, where his mother was lying blissfully content in the foamy tub. Her eyes were closed and her face was placidly serene, with a soft smile turning up the corners of her full mouth. Stray tendrils of steam drifted up from the surface of the tub. The sight of it made Elliott smile inside as the thought occurred to him as to whether the steam was coming from the water, or right up from his mother's smoking-hot body beneath. He laughingly decided it was probably a combination of both.
• "There you are, sweetheart," his mother said, opening her eyes. "It feels so wonderful just to sit here like this. Would you be a dear and come over here and wash Mommy's hair for her?"
• "Sure, Mom," Elliott replied eagerly. At this point, he knew he'd do anything his mother asked him to do, just to have a chance to be close to her. He gathered up the bottle of shampoo sitting on the ledge next to the tub and poured some into his hand as his mother slid right down into the tub, disappearing beneath the bubbles for a few seconds to thoroughly wet her hair. She rose back up with her head above the surface, lying back against the end once more.