Oh, Brother
After more than a month of living together, my girlfriend Jean and I were becoming more and more casual about our bodily functions. “I had an older brother,” she explained early in our relationship. “When we were both little, my parents used to bathe us together.”
At night, before going to bed, Jean and I usually showered together, and it wasn’t unusual for me to take a leak while she was adjusting the water.
One night, we’d been out to dinner, and I had had a few more beers than usual. We’d both gone into the bathroom and taken off our clothes, as usual. But rather than waiting for her to start the shower, I began to use the toilet while she was still standing at the sink taking off her makeup.
She looked over as I aimed the thick yellow stream into the water.
“When I
