The Broken Shower
“Do you guys want to get in the hot tub?”
It was the end of a lovely evening with our new friends John and Keri. We had only known them for two weeks but we seemed to be fast friends already. My wife’s suggestion would be a nice way to end the evening.
“We didn’t bring our suits,” Keri said disappointedly.
“You don’t need them,” my wife said, “we never bother with suits.”
Keri piped right up, “That sounds great, Mandy, we’ll just go get a shower and be right there.”
“Uh…Keri,” I stuttered, “the downstairs shower is broken.”
“No problem, Brice,” she grinned, “we can shower with you guys. It’s not like we won’t see all of each other in the tub anyway.”
She had a point. We traipsed upstairs and got undressed. Our shower is big enough to sleep in. Multiple overhead je
