"You are amazing," Dania muffled against the shower's glass pane. She fell on her knees, her legs slowly spread whilst she trembled. Her flushed visage was tell-tell of the passionate few minutes spent in the showers. '-Pressed her against the glass and… right,' he looked at the showerhead with a satisfied smile. Water gushed, it split on the glabella and rolled over the eyebrows, down his nose, and down the chin.
"Can you stay up?"
"No," she gasped, "-don't think I'll be able…"
"Should I get some help?"
"NO!"
"Fair," he stepped out, "-anything else?"
