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I’d seen the plans. The old residential electric water heaters were gone, replaced by a pair of commercial gas-fueled units that could supply more than enough hot water for three of us, even if we used a

shower each on full hot. I kept it to myself, though.

“Fine with me,” I said instead.

Christy nodded mutely but then thought of something. “Uh-oh.”

Erin and I looked at her.

“I didn’t bring shampoo or conditioner or anything,” she explained. “I thought we’d be staying in a motel. You know, like, a real one.”

“Pretty hot,” Christy said with a guilty glance at me.

Erin saw, so I explained, “She usually showers in the bathroom on the second floor. She gets all the hot water, while I get nothing on the third floor.”

“Why don’t you just shower together?” Erin said. Then she took a good look at Christy and saw her pubic hair. “Ah, never mind. I get it.” To Christy she said, “You two haven’t been dating very long, have you?”

Christy shot me a confused look. “Not officially, no. Why?”

Erin turned to me.

“So,” she continued with a smirk, “when’re you going to tell her?”

“Tell me what?” Christy asked.

“Paul has a certain—”

“You want me to change my hair?” Christy said to me, more confused than ever.

“Not up there,” Erin said and pointed. “Down there.”

Christy’s eyes went wide. She looked at me and then back at Erin. She finally looked at me again. “Is she serious?”

“Yes.” I glared at Erin. “But we’ll talk about it later.” I forestalled Christy’s objection by pointing to my watch.

We don’t have much time.”

She fell silent and nodded, albeit reluctantly.

Erin smirked at me again. Then she checked out Christy’s body while she wasn’t looking. Her eyebrows rose appreciatively.

I shot her another warning look.

Christy was a lot more relaxed than I thought she’d be as we showered.

She and Erin chatted about hair care and then turned the conversation to razors as they shaved their legs. I simply enjoyed the view and kept my mouth shut, except when Erin teased me about shaving my pubes.

“I swear,” she said, “you’re more of a girl than I am.”

“Some of us aren’t naturally beautiful like you,” I said. Then I moved my penis to the side and concentrated on not cutting myself as I shaved the base.

“He has a thing about shaving,” Erin told Christy. “I think it’s a little weird, but it’s what he likes.”

“Why do you shave your legs, Erin?” I asked without looking up.