It's near the end of an otherwise great session when she asks if she could take a shower.
You watch her hot little ass bounce out of bed and into the bathroom. That's where the magic ends.
You hear the shower start up, the toilet flush a half-dozen times, and then it sounds like she's doing battle with a narwhale.
After what seems like 40 minutes you help her on with her coat, give her a little kiss and out she goes.
Here starts the horror. The bath towels are soaked (even the one you used before the session) and laying on the floor or in the tub. The shower curtain is completely out of the tub and there's 4 inches of water on the floor. One of the washcloths is in the toilet and the other 3 are in the sink which is still running and spilling onto the floor. The hairdryer is also in the sink and that's the reason the electricity's shorted-out on this floor, the floor below and the floor above.
So instead of kicking back with a drink and watching The Office on Global, you're doing damage control. Fishing hairballs out of the sink (was she shedding?), mopping up the floor with already saturated towels, trying to wring them out, trying to ignore the manager banging on your door, and wondering if there's enough toilet paper to use to dry yourself off after a shower.
You can't help but wonder if this is what it looked like after Katrina and no wonder FEMA was helpless.
I won't mention any names because your experience may be different than mine.
Body 4/5 (I like a little more in the breast area)
Bathroom etiquette -100/5