Randol
Standing under the water spilling from the shower head, I instantly feel better. I wash off the dirt, blood, and sweat. Feeling like a new man, I call out to my dad. "Hey, can you hand me a towel?"
"Here you go. Need help drying off?"
"Um, no. I got it."
"Oh, all of a sudden you're shy? You don't have anything I haven't seen before. Where do you think you inherited yours from?"
"I don't want to think about it. Now or ever." I can hear laughter from the other side of the shower curtain. "God, Dad. I maynever be able to get it up again now."
"I doubt that very seriously." Now there's laughter from my side of the shower curtain.
"With a mate like mine, you're probably right." I carefully step out of the tub, with the towel wrapped around my waist.
"Let me at least help you off
