With my parents away and my inhibitions skyrocketing, I showered with the door open.
Generally I shower with the door locked and the lights off.
It's just common curtosy.
Anyway, I'm singing the second verse of En Vogue's Don't Let Go.
Suddenly Peter's arm juts in front of me, holding a bar of soap.
Then he asks me if I want it.
Showering in front of other men has always terrified me.
I couldn't possibly act like I was comfortable while it was happening.
Which means I have something to hide.
Maybe I'm concerned that my penis will be larger or smaller than everyone else's.
(Smaller).
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