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“Then pee,” I tell her.
“But you’re right here.”
“But I won’t see you. The little half wall is blocking the john.”
“Yeah, but you’ll hear me.”
I laugh. “So we can mutually masturbate and watch each other come, but I can’t hear your golden shower hit the porcelain bowl?” She dances some more. “What are you, Irish? Is that your gotta-pee-jig?”
“Shut up,” she whines, and it’s adorable. “Come on. Hurry up and finish.”
I stand naked in the shower. There’s no curtain or glass wall. Belize is too hot to hold in the steam, and the open shower is deep enough that water doesn’t get on the bathroom floor, so I hold my ground.
“I’m standing right here, Blair, while you pee.”
“Don’t make me go in the ocean!”
“Please don’t.” I shampoo my hair. “I hear jellyfish come out at night.”
“That’s not true!” She hops up and down faster, panic twisting her face. “Is it?”
“Don’t find out. Just pee.”
“Beeeaaaauuu!” She turns my name into five syllables.
“Blaaaaiiiirrrr!” I rinse my hair, laughing.
“Goddammit.” She huffs by me, hiking up her sundress. “You’re dead if there’s Clingwrap on this. I mean it. I’ll choke you on a starfish.”
I finish rinsing while I hear her soft moan of release. “Damn, baby,” I admire. “You make it sound sexual. You sure you’re not hiding a golden kink?”
“Quit listening!”
“What do you want me to do? Sing the national anthem?”
“Yes!” The toilet roll rumbles.
“No can do.” I turn the shower head off, stepping naked onto the bathmat. “Now let me hear you flush.”
“Over my dead, squatting pussy.” She holds position, all her sexy bits covered by her pretty, flowy dress while I drip naked in front of her.
“I got all night, baby.”
“No, you don’t.” She smirks. “Your stomach will growl, and your dick will get cold.”
Damn, she knows me well. She’s half right.
“Fine.” I grab a white towel and use it to dry my hair. In this heat, my body will dry in minutes. “Flush and join me for dinner.”
“Are you asking me on a date while I sit on the toilet?”
My god, she stops my heart.
Blair looks cute as hell. She stares up at me with her dark hair twisted high off her neck. It falls like a pom-pom from the top of her head while her black glasses perch on the tip of her button nose.
“Yes, Professor Piss, it’s a date. I’m taking you out for dinner fifty feet away.”
“But I cooked.”
