A/N: Sorry I wish I could blame tech probs but it is just a holiday weekend here and I have been having family time. Gonna give you a one tonight and try for tomorrow but can't be sure. I WILL be back by Monday. Once again sorry but hubby is on a rare long vacay and trying to do the family thing. They are still writing and talking just going slow to post since I am busy. Happy 4th weekend to all my merican friends! Hope you are all having a great one!

I was nervous for sure. Happy, elated, feeling a bit off. But happy for sure, and maybe more then a bit cocky. It was the first time since, well a long time, since I had gotten off with someone else in the room. And frankly the first time I had ever gotten off with anyone else without touching me. Like clothes on, grinding action just getting me there. I was pretty much ready a good ten, twenty, I want to think ten but I am sure five is more right on, minutes into it. But I don't give a damn. I am feeling so high off of all that.

My swag was all over the place as I hit the bathroom and got the shower running. Looking around I had nothing to wear but a towel after my shower but was sure he would sneak in again like before. I made quick time working through the sudsing and didn't notice until I was done that he didn't. After spending the last however many hours half naked it shouldn't be so bad being in just a towel but some how it felt like I was over stepping a bit. A twoel is a quick tug or slip from being completely naked. There was no way I was going to be that forward. It isn't in my nature. Thankfully my suit is still hanging there so I slip on my pants and reach for the phone inside my jacket.

A quick call and a few instructions later I return it and leave the bathroom sporting a thick blue towel. I expect him to be out by now and waiting. He's not, twenty minutes later he still isn't. Forty five minutes pass of hearing the water flow and nothing else and I start to worry. I am just about to break the door down when I hear the soft tap from down the hall.

I look at the door a few feet from me but then down the hall. I know what is down the hall and out the door will still be there but no idea what is behind door number one. I wish I knew him better to judge. I put my ear to the door and hear a swooshing of water that would go with the theory that he is still standing. That eases the worry, not much but some.

I must have done the door to door shuffle glance a hundred times in the end I made a mad dash to the front door, opened it knowing my requested items were there. Grabbing them I quickly and locking us back up, my first move is to open the duffle and grab a pair of sweats and a tank and throw them on. Next I grab the plastic bags and throw them in the fridge. It doesn't all belong there but nothing will be hurt. And within two minutes I am back down the hall in time to panic at the sound, lose my shit and be greeted with insane laughter. He thinks it's funny? Really? I am losing my shit. Then he opens the door, in nothing but a low slung towel and a goofy grin. Holding his temple and his elbow.

Okay I may have yelled a bit and cursed some, now my mouth is dry.