Converted shower room
Years ago my then-girlfriend lived in a house with three other (rather fit) girls. At the back was a room that was converted into a shower room. The window was just a normal window, but it had a heavy net curtain to protect the girls’ modesty.

All summer, I never thought twice about it. Then one WINTERS day it was dark outside and I was chatting in the kitchen with my girlfriend. I glanced out the window and there, undressing and lit up like she was on-stage was her flatmate about to get into the shower.

I couldn’t look away. It was like a gift from the gods. After a few minutes, my girlfriend spotted that I was distracted and asked me what I was looking at. My blood ran cold. I froze. My girlfriend turned around to look where I was looking – and lo, indeed the gods were shining on me – because as she turned, the flatmate disappeared into the shower – out of sight.

“Well? What are you looking at?”

So I told her the (sort-of) truth.

“I was just thinking that you can see into the shower room. Perhaps you should put up a wooden blind or something?”

And so we had a conversation for the next five minutes about “Oh yes, so you can – we’ll have to get that sorted”.

The only difference was, my girlfriend thought the room was empty, and I was just preying that the gods would keep my girlfriend’s back turned when her flatmate finished in the shower and stepped out into the light to dry off.

And lo! They did!

Happy days.
(Flickr_Freak is a figment of your imagination., Fri 12 Oct 2007, 16:41, Reply)