The boys’ dorm is in chaos as everyone tries to be first in line for a bath before all the hot water is used up. You manage to jostle your way into a fairly decent place in line and wait. The door of the bathroom emanates a greenish-white light from fluorescent tubes, diffused by the steam that drifts from the stalls. Bodies with only towels wrapped around their hips walk in and out of the steam.
The hot water, combined with the cold draft that hits you when you step out, feels really good and gets you in a ready-for-bed mood. In your towel you walk in what you think is a languorous manner to your bunk bed. You know your body is more attractive than most of the others around you, and you take time to remind them of it, even though every inch of your skin has crawled into gooseflesh and yo
