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They Met on the Promenade Deck (Part 3)
Things that might be, things that could have been. Also mustaches. And pools.
Read Part 2 if you have not already:
“Thank you for always leaving the seat down! I could never get Rob to do that. I can’t tell you how often I came back to bed with a wet ass when I slept at his place.” Alicia picked up the daily ship’s plan to check out what was happening that day. “Bathroom is yours.”
“I grew up with an older sister and shared a bathroom. I don’t even think about it anymore, I just always leave the toilet seat down.” Ed went into the bathroom, then stuck his head back out. “Oh! And I was also used to having feminine products in the bathroom from a young age, so if leaving tampons or pads lying around doesn’t embarrass you, it won’t embarrass me.” He pulled his head back.
“No worries, roomie, I’m not expecting any visits from Aunt Martha before we get back.”
There was a pause, then Ed stuck his head out again. “Aunt Martha? What?”
