There was a lot of steam.
And the body wash smelled sooooo good. (Lavender has been on my go-to list for a couple of weeks now).
Then I talked with the rubber duckie that was staring at me the whole time on the windowsill. I asked him if he was expecting a show, and then he was all like, "Whatever." And then I was all like, "So why are you staring at me?" And he was all like, "I can't move, you dumb bee-yatch." And I was all like, "Well, if you gonna be hatin, keep it quiet, cuz hatin' on me is like hatin' on Jesus, and that don't give you any chance of getting into heaven."
Sooooo erotic. I should write porn screenplays. :yes: