The other rule we made was that we wouldn’t go into each other’s room from the bathroom. We had to use the hallway bedroom door.Now, I was pretty... sure that there were times that Eric had sneaked into the bathroom to peek at me when I was in the shower. We had a pretty big shower and it had smoked glass doors. Because of the smoked glass, the shower had its own ceiling light we would usually turn on while showering. The problem with that is that when the light was on, it was difficult to see. He smelled awful. He couldn't have been under the shower in a week and reeked of beer. Cameron was clean, no smell, but he also reeked of beer. Holly and Marge were nice however, they bitched constantly about Henry and Cameron.I whispered to Robert, "They have good reasons to bitch, what about the smell?"James said, "Robert, teach him how to sell, and drop Henry and Cameron in the area we looked at last evening."Robert directed me to the housing development we drove through the previous. You know what the sight of his cock does to me, well I want to feel it, inside me.” Then the penny dropped, this was Abby. Someone else from Lush who tolerated guys but really preferred women, and we’d jostled back and forth over Vi for some time, with her repeatedly metaphorically squeezing my balls about being a guy. Despite the banter, I respected Abby; she was a strong woman who didn’t take shit from anyone. The fact she desired Vi as much as I did was a bonus for my fertile imagination.. Not all of them were consistently cheerful, but none of them were so consistently dour as Edith. A germ of an idea sprouted in the back of her mind; she noted it and placed it (so to speak) somewhere it would have a chance to grow. As a result, her ladies each received a baked treat when she visited them – a fairy cake, perhaps, a few jam tarts or mince pies, shortbread biscuits maybe. Edith Spurgeon responded as might be expected, negatively."I don't need your pity, Mrs. Cooper." It's not.