Shaking his head, he followed her to the bathroom, the door to which never seemed to be closed in that apartment. Standing at the doorway, he looked in and saw her sitting on the toilet, the sound of her peeing reaching his ears.
"You, John, and my girlfriend have some weird privacy ideas," he said, leaning on the door frame and shaking his head at her.
"Oh? Well, who's the one watching me pee?" she asked.
"Well, shut the door!" he said with a laugh.
She giggled, her eyes taking him in before dropping to his crotch.
"You better bring that here or put it away and stop teasing me with it," she admonished.
He sighed, stepping in as she finished up what she was doing.
"Shower?" she asked.
"Sure," he said with a shrug.
She smiled, then moved to turn the water on, holding her hand under
