I went to the bedroom where aunty was already hiding behind the door, ready with a plan.She closed the door behind me. I was standing in front of her ...n a towel, upper half of my hairy body, wet. She came close and whispered, “Shiv, Jaldi se kapde pehno aur fir meri madat karo ghar k kaamon me.”. She was standing right there, and I knew she had ulterior motives. While I stood there frozen, not able to figure out what was happening, she quickly said, “Ab badi sharam aarahi hai. Jaldi karo, mujhe. They had to immediately strip off their coats and layered clothing. They found a small rock, one of the few loose rocks in the entire cave to block the door open. Once their clothing had been stowed they hefted their packs and continued on thru the tunnel. Just as they got several dozen paces away from the door they heard a loud groaning noise then a high pitched metal shriek coming from the door. They turned around just in time to see the door slam shut, pulverizing the rock, and then heard. The anticipation was killing me. I could hear the water still running. Fuck. How long was he going to take? And what would he do? Would he let me come at all? The thought of being denied made me clench hard. Surely, he wouldn’t… right?The sound of the shower stopped. I held my breath. He hadn’t closed the en-suite door and a minute later he was back in the room. He dropped a damp towel on the floor and ran his hands through his hair. I tried not to stare at his sculpted physique. Fuck. Age was. Like Joseph, after the bell rang she was slow to gather her stuff together."Which way are you headed?" she asked in the doorway. The hall was raucous with fellow students celebrating the end of another day; lockers opened and closed with a metallic chaos; conversations were shouted over the din, amplifying the din. Somehow their brief conversation quietly pierced through."My locker's that way," he pointed to his left."Are you in a hurry?" she asked."Not really." Good. I want to talk to you.".