I was in the middle of brushing my teeth when I heard the shower come on. I’d told Amanda that the shower wasn’t working—the shower head needed cleaning, so I’d removed it—but maybe she hadn’t properly understood. I stepped around the corner. Sure enough Amanda stood under the spray, though it wasn’t really a spray but a bolting stream pouring from the naked pipe. She was bent far backwards so that the water pounded her little breasts. She seemed to be enjoying herself. I watched for some time. Finally she stood up and turned off the water.

“You’re right,” she said. “It’s broken. But broken in a good way. And it gave me a chance to practice.”

I don’t always understand Amanda. “Practice what?” I asked, stepping into the shower.

I knelt behind Amanda, embracing her slippery body. I noticed that some water remained on the shower floor—something else to fix—but that could wait. I nuzzled her adorable ass. I caressed the ticklish spot behind her knees. She bent back—the posture she’d had before.

“Touch me,” she said. “Touch me and make me come.”

And then I understood. Maybe not fully, but as much as I need to.