Chapter Forty-seven
An hour was a little overly optimistic but short of two hours, Babbs was fitting the shower head to a pipe-n****e that was fastened to an overhead I-beam with several wraps of wire. Everyone stood back as Babbs twisted the handle on the valve. “Hey. It works great,”Mickey exclaimed as a deluge of cool water spluttered, then strengthened, gushing from above. “I can hardly wait to try it.”
“Only one problem,”Alison said, her eyes scanning the gantries above. “No shower curtain. Anyone on this side of the rig will be able to look down and watch you soaping up. You’ll be a center-shot. You gonna shower in your swimsuit?”
“Oh my, you’re right,”Mickey said with a sly grin, “only I don’t have a swimsuit.”
“God I’m so thick,”Babbs rolled her eyes up, “now I get it. You don’
