(beginning of Ladies Walking Tour June 2008)
“Ow ow ow! You’re going to scrub a hole in my skin, Dame Washalot! You don’t have to be so rough!”
“That’s what you think, lass. You’re not a joey and you have all sorts of pre-conceived notions about what is and isn’t art. Enchanteur warned me about your type!”
I submitted to the Dame’s rubbing, grumbling to myself, “I can’t help if I’ve got a few decades on me, and more than a few hours of classroom time. I’ve watched my share of educational programming, I admit. I will try to be open, release inhibitions, go with the blasted flow, but what do they expect? I can’t be something I’m not.
“Now just lay you back and I’ll lather up your hair.” I lay back and Dame Washalot began massaging a wonderful shampoo into my hair, scented with pine and rose and a touch of almond. I began to relax as she kneaded the sweet soap into my scalp. She carefully rinsed my head with warm water, and then gave me 2 turquoise colored Turkish towels, one for drying my hair, and another for the rest of me.
“Here’s some jojoba oil, smooth it all over your skin,” Dame Washalot instructed. I did. I felt warm, and clean, and ready to get dressed and take to the streets of the City of Ladies.
