My two readers might already know this but I will live with two men (NO, not that way. Get your mind out of the gutter. Geez). The testosterone has a tendency to choke me at times. Sometimes I need to relax. One of the ways I do that is escaping to the Wal-mart (ooh shiny) or by taking a shower.
I close and lock the door, turn on the water, and let the steam envelope me into a fog of solace. My tense muscles relax, my muddled mind goes blank. Ahhhh bliss.
"HEY! Can you open the door. I gotta go."