The air inside was cool, unlike the hot August street outside.The air inside was cool, unlike the hot August street outside. As I closed the door behind me, I wondered once more if I was at the right address. The sound coming from the bath down the hall would explain why there was no answer. The shower would have obscured my ringing entirely. But, if I were at the wrong house, I could easily wind up spending the night in jail. The adventurer in me would not yield to such drivel so I carefully made my way down the hall to investigate. Walking ever so silently, I made a mental note of every possible exit in case I had to make a fast getaway. The door to the bath was ajar, about two or three inches... did I dare? Nothing ventured, nothing gained, I've always told myself. Positioning myself So that I could see a reflection in the mirror, I was just able to verify, With about 95% assurance, that the being encased behind the glass shower door was female. "Well, that's one positive sign, at least", I said to myself. Still, I could not make out much more through the fog and rippled glass. The anxiety was building in the pit of my stomach... "IS THIS THE RIGHT PLACE!!!???", my mind screamed. At that moment the water stopped and my heart skipped several beats. This was it. The adrenalan flowed, fight or flight. And yet I stayed, fixated on the Possibilities. As the shower door opened, I caught the first glimpse of a figure emerging from behind the door, a hand reaching for a towel. Yes, definitely female. Yes, definitely brunette. Curly hair? It was hard to tell since the woman's hair was sopping wet. Breasts... yes, those breasts... I felt almost as though I had seen them before. |