Chapter 3

I continued my trip up to the walk-in closet, where I took out my best Michigan sweats, U of M tee, some white briefs and two pairs of thick, white socks. Back downstairs, I could hear the shower running. With a light knock on the bathroom door, I entered. I was pleased to be greeted by the warm, moist air and was glad my guest wasn’t too shy to use the facility to its best potential.

“You doin’ okay?”

“Fine, thanks,” came the reply over the hiss of the steamy showerhead.

“I’m going to put some clothes here on the toilet seat. I’ll get some clean towels and some other stuff you might need.”

“Okay.”

I put out a fresh razor, shaving cream, new toothbrush and paste, hairbrush, comb and deodorant. Damn, I hope he’s not offended by this shit, I thought. I didn’t want to embarrass him anymore than he already was.