Twenty-Nine

"I think Annie's aunt was a whore," I tell James when I finally see the bathroom.

The entire space was probably bigger than my childhood bedroom, the walls were made with white marble with gold accents, the floor was a dark hardwood, a giant clawfoot tub sits off to one side putting the shower directly in the middle of the room. Floor to ceiling glass in the shape of a tube sits directly in the middle of the room, a bench runs around half of the inside with two showerheads at opposite sides and a little shower table sits next to the bench with bottles and soaps on it.

"Well Annie did say that her aunt made her money in a scandalous way," James reminds me. "Maybe on of those ways was a little shower show." He nudges me as he grins, "we could make our own little videos."

"Oh you'd like that wouldn't you?" I tease. "Another one of those male fantasies."

"I wouldn't complain about it," he says.

I glance at the shower, an idea forming. "Fine," I tell him as I walk towards it.

"Fine