Shower time
She stood there in the doorway to the shower, dripping, the towel rubbing her shoulders, then blotting at her hair. I had just come in from out in the shop; she had left the door to the downstairs bathroom open. “Uncle Bill, I didn’t know anyone was home!” “I have been out throwing in the shop, I didn’t know you were up.” I tried to look away from her, but couldn’t help it, she was so wet, and the water made her body shine in a thousand droplets under the bathroom lights. She was trying to keep...