A Towel's Betrayal

Rafael must have died and gone to heaven. There was no other plausible explanation for the divine sight that greeted him the moment he opened his bedroom door. But then again, he highly doubted he had done enough good deeds to warrant an entry to the pearly gates, which meant that this was reality.

He slapped himself to be sure. But that tiny action jostled his already loosening towel, causing it to fall. 

"Oh shit!" Rafael hurriedly grabbed at it, but it was too late. Soleia had gotten an eyeful of his family jewels, and she let out a screech that sent birds flying from their trees. He hoped it was because of the sudden nudity, and not because she found his manhood displeasing. It would be awfully difficult to enact any cosmetic changes without possibly losing it altogether.