About as much as you might guess.

Leading the girl through some of the side corridors reserved for staff to the staff change room, Carrie casually went over to the cabinet with it's towels, casually handing one to her before taking a seat so she could start taking off her shoes. Glancing up, he noticed the girl was clutching the towel but seemed to have a mortified expression on her face, as though she couldn't believe what Carrie was up to.

"What's your name?" Carrie said with a warm smile.

"...Barbra Cross."

"Is this your first time showering with a stranger?"

She hesitated before nodding her head.

"Listen, there's nothing to be ashamed or nervous about and besides that I'm pretty sure you don't have anything I haven't seen before and besides that..." Carrie said as she got up and headed over to the door, turning the lock with a click "You don't have to worry about anyone else seeing you change."

Not waiting for Barbara to answer, Carrie went about changing out of the two piece gym suit she'd worn today, being careful to keep her face turned away from the girl who hastily changed out of her clothes and all but ran to the shower. The speed and gusto with which she did it was reminiscent of how a guy would the moment he was going to get laid for the first time; just bursting with nervous energy.

This was going to be fun.

Stepping into the shower, Carrie turned on a facet that was a respectful distance away and glanced over at Barb... and an eyebrow arched in appreciation; Sanford's wife was beautiful. Not gorgeous or hot or any of a hundred other sex charged terms but the sort of lithe beauty that someone would expect to be walking on a Parisian fashion run way, tall and with pale skin that lacked any blemishes or beauty marks, modest A cup breasts resting high on her chest. With a bit of confidence and a smile this was a woman who could command the attention of an entire room.

And yet she was somehow married to a man who she doubted had been loyal to her longer then it took him to say I do.

Walking up behind her as she let the water run over her, Carrie gently put her hands on Barbra's shoulders, causing her to jerk and twist around "What are you doing?' She asked panic evident on her face as she tried to cover herself with her arms.

"Relax Barbra, I'm not going to do anything you don't want me to; I just want to make sure that you're taken care of and feel good at the end of your class and if any of this makes you uncomfortable you just ask me to stop alright? I was just going to give your back a massage."

Barbra looked at her, eyes slowly losing some of the panic before slowly turning back around and putting her hands against the wall so that her shoulders and back could relax. Carrie hadn't lied to her, she really did want to help her feel good and would stop if she said to... but she was angling to do a lot more then just give her a back rub.

Starting from her neck, Carrie began slowly kneading the muscles, doing her best to help loosen up the muscles, pausing only to angle the shower head so that it could roll down Barbra's back, the warm water helping her to relax. Gently but firmly she worked her way out, across her shoulders and down onto her back, briefly her finger tips reached around Mrs.' Cross's sides but the stiffening was a silent warning and Carrie didn't feel like having to tell her to relax again, instead moving back in towards her lower back, fingers digging into what felt like years of stress.

Changing her aproach, Carrie put her forearm against her student's back and began working an elbow into her lats, allowing her to lean in and ask "Do you trust me enough to turn around Barbra?"