Warm shower spray splashed against his torso and face, washing the muck and stink away from Fargo’s skin. He didn’t know how much water he was wasting, enjoying its soothing touch against every pore on his body, but he was sure it was gallons, all of which felt good. He washed his hair, rinsed, soaped up his torso, rinsed, and…
Tap. Tap. Tap. Fargo heard the three knocks on the bathroom door, and then the door squeaked open. In walked Chip, who cheerily asked, “How are things going on in there?”
“Normal, as usual.” He watched Chip through the semi-transparent shower curtain. Chip stood in front of the toilet and unzipped his jeans, tugged out his c**k, and started to take a piss.
While a golden stream of urine arched into the toilet, Chip said, “Hope you don’t mind me barging in like th
