"It's not locked," she heard him reply.
Sally was terribly embarrassed, but she didn't really have a choice. She opened the door and rushed over to the toilet, raising her gown out of the way. She sat and relieved her bladder immediately. She desperately hoped that Dana couldn't hear her urinating over the sound of the shower. She was wiping herself clean afterwards when Dana poked his head around the shower curtain.
"Oh, sorry!" he said. He blushed as he hastily pulled the shower curtain shut. "I was going to ask you to please wait before you flush the toilet, so I don't get scalded in here."
Sally was mortified yet again. He had clearly seen her p***y while she was wiping it clean. She was a little tempted to flush the toilet anyway, to punish him, but it hadn't been entirely his faul
