The first thing I did when I got into the room was strip. I piled my clothes on the floor and turned on the water to hot until the little bathroom was steaming. Then I slipped under the spray. It was a special little slice of heaven, that shower was. I even groaned a little in ecstasy as the water washed away the grime of basically living in that damn car for so long.
I took my time, partially because I knew there would be quite a bit of waiting involved once I got out and partially because I could and I felt really dirty. There were little shampoo and conditioner bottles in the shower, too, and they smelled pretty decent. I had to use all the shampoo to wash out my long, thick hair and all the conditioner after that, but it was worth it. I made a mental note to go down to the front desk
