Marcella took a peek at the kitchen. There was no sign of anybody.
"Someone's cooking meatloaf…" She mumbled. Her stomach growled.
Stretching herself, she went to the bathroom. The door was unlocked. The light was on. Rosy must have used the bathroom and forgotten to turn off the lights.
Scratching the back of her head, she yawned as she opened the door. Through her blurry eyes, she could see a figure standing in front of the mirror.
A very hairy, possibly naked figure of a man.
"Ahhh!!!!" she screamed and tried to get something to defend herself. Unable to find anything, she started to pound that man with her fists.
"It's me, Marcella. Stop screaming," Tony held her wrists.
"Oh," Marcella took a step back.
Why is Tony hairy? He used to have no visible hair.
Marcella was awed. There was a bunch of hair on his shoulders and on his chest.
"Geez! You've gained some strength. Your hits hurt," Tony said casually and walked to the mirror again.
