I let the water run down my body. I was aching. I was woken up by my girlfriend. Talk about a happy ending to the beginning of the day. She didn’t even finish. My mind was raddled as well so I couldn’t even finish in the shower. I turned off the water and reached outside the door for a towel. I could have sworn I left it right on the hook. My eyes had a bit of soap running over them so with closed eyes I reached around for a towel. My fingers grasped cloth floating in front of me. I brought it to my face as a voice caught me off guard.
“You must be James.” I backed up covering myself. Standing there was my girlfriend’s mother, Trisha. Beautiful, stacked, luscious, bouncy, these were the words I’d use to describe her. Her hair was an amber red. She held out her hand with a smile. I shook her hand quickly.
“Sorry Jessie said I could use your bathroom.” She eyed me up and down stretching the towel between her hands.
“It’s quite alright I don’t mind.” She walked around me admiring me. “Here let me dry you off,” she said, rubbing me with the towel.