Finish the shower and go back to your room
From Torg Adventure
You enjoy the rest of your shower languidly. This was definitely the best shower you had ever had. Hell, it was the best day you ever had. Pretty much the best anything you had ever had.
It seemed that Sam had developed a very healthy appetite for sex. Perhaps because she was a late bloomer to the entire sex thing, or maybe it was genetics, given your mom and Lisa's sexual history. You never wanted for wanting sex yourself, but you always assumed it was because you were a guy.
You draw out the shower as long as you can, but reluctantly realize you have to end it before you run out of hot water. Although a cold shower might be in order to keep your mind off of fucking Sam twice this day, your other sisters and your mother wouldn't like kindly on having to take cold showers themselves later today.
You dry yourself off with the one towel Sam left you, then wrap it around yourself, your dirty clothes sitting in the clothes hamper mingled with the other dirty laundry. You decide to put your clean clothes back on in your room, so you open the door to leave, and see Amy standing outside the door impatiently, dressed in a long terry-cloth bathrobe.
"I thought you were never going to get out," Amy complains. "There better be hot water left."
"There is," you say, hoping you are correct. You leave the bathroom, and Amy squeezes in before you are even completely out. You don't know why she is showering so late in the day, but then again both you and Sam had late showers, so you guess you can't complain. You start heading back to your room.
"Max!" Amy sticks her head out of the door. You can tell she is upset by the tone in her voice. You suddenly remember the condom you threw into the wastebasket. You meant to flush that or dispose of it elsewhere after the shower.
You stop cold in your tracks and turn slowly towards Amy. If she found the condom, that would be very hard to explain. "Yes, Amy?"
Amy gestures back into the bathroom. "You took the last bath towel again!"
Whew, crisis averted. "Sorry, Amy." You start undoing the towel from around your waist. "Here, take mine."
Amy shrieks and covers her eyes with her hands before you can expose too much of yourself. "Stop that, Max!" She stumbles down the hall towards the linen closet, hands still over her eyes. "I'll get my own..."
You stifle a laugh and continue to your room, closing your door behind you. You throw the towel over a chair, and put on the clean clothes. Now to decide what to do with what is left of the day, even if it has been an incredibly eventful one.
Do you do anything the rest of the day, or does anything happen to you?
