I pick a shower head. They’re closer together than I’d noticed, and it appears that there are exactly twelve of them. I’m wedged in between an u...usually tall brunette and a cute little girl with shoulder-length curls dyed orangey red. Both are already running soapy hands across their skin. Only now do I notice the men. Christ, they must have been here all along. They’re sat on comfortable armchairs on what looks like a viewing gallery, just above the towel hooks. You just wouldn’t notice. ”Jeeka insisted, “I am already an adult!”, to which John responded, “Perhaps. Then you will be able to continue for longer than Umma; won’t you my dear?”“You are nasty, Shaman; really nasty.”“I am a realist, Jeeka. No sense in hiding from reality; it always comes back to bite you in the rear.”As Malloka got settled into the travois, she remarked, “You should listen to this man, girls. He is the only man I have ever met who understands that women are as important as men, and that we are not here. On my way to the train station, I started to visit the local bars and have a few, before catching my train.Luckily I only stayed at the bars until “Happy-hour” was over at 7:00 PM. Then I would walk to the station for my trip home. Then one night I stay too long at a gay bar and missed my 7:35 PM train trip home and had to catch the 8:20 PM. Luck was on my side, as Frankie saw me walking to the station and offered me a ride home. Then once at my place, he fucked my troubles away.He stayed. “Oh wow, did you ever! You made it feel like it was turning wrong-side out.”She chuckled, and used the bottom half of the washcloth to clean me off.“What does the butterfly tattoo represent?” I asked.“My mom and my Grandma Donna have the same Monarch butterfly tattoo on their left breast. I wanted one too, but my breasts are too small for one that large.” She held up her fingers, made air quotes, and giggled, “Since it’s a ‘butt’-er-fly, I had it put on my butt cheek.”She made me laugh. Her.