He glanced at the bedside clock. It was three a.m. He'd only been asleep for an hour. He got up to go to the bathroom and saw a light under the closed door. He went outside, barefooted, and walked to the edge of the woods where he pissed against a tree. When he came back in and washed his hands at the kitchen sink, he noticed the bathroom door was still closed and the light still on. But no sound of water or other activity. He checked Hilda's bedroom, but her bed hadn't been slept in yet. He tapped lightly on the bathroom door. "You in there, Hildy?" No answer. He opened the door a crack… and almost had a heart attack… or a dick attack. Her long hair, still wet from a shower, had been combed down her back in a wet swath. Hilda was sitting on the floor in front of the full-length mirror. Her legs were bent at the knees and spread wide. And she was hot-damn buck naked. Be still my heart! "What the hell are you doing, babe?" "Looking. Go away." Not a chance! "At what?" "My nether parts.
