Part 2, just for you
@Doris A About a year after the previous takes place, we all lived in a small house, one bathroom. I wait my turn, jump in the shower. I like a hot shower, full of steam, makes me feel refreshed after a long day of work. Soooo...there I am in my glory, tons of steam and here my daughter, she's about 7 years old by this time and shes knocking on the bathroom door interrupting my zen moment...I gotta go to the bathroom bad, can I come in...it's your daughter so you make sure there is no cracks in the shower curtain and give her the green light. She comes sprinting in and proceeds to ask me about my day at work. I'm being a good chap and telling her about my day when all of a sudden it hits me. It's horrible, my eyes water, my nose starts a full on Niagra falls flow going, I'm losing my breath about to pass out because let me tell you folks. That apple didn't fall far from the tree...I thought my Wife was bad...my daughter creates a gas chamber. The worst part, the hot steam makes it a million times worst, and I cant do anything..she's seven years old, you can't tell a seven year old lil girl she's the foulest stinkiest thing you've ever experienced. Also, there's no place to run, no place to hide, it's so bad you can't breathe through your nose because of the smell and if you try to breathe your mouth you can taste it, I swear. So yeah, that's part 2 of that story and now she just turned 16, so I dam well make sure every boyfriend she has to date knows that story. I can't let another be inflicted with that pain. Hope you enjoyed.