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As the hot water beat softly against her young and
supple skin, the fog started to clear from her head and she
remembered that she wasn't in her private shower back home.
She lives in a college dormitory now and the showers were
all open to each other. "Why don't they provide a little
privacy around here?" Oh well, Ann secretly enjoyed the lack
of privacy. Sometimes she found herself wondering, with a
certain sense of excitement, just who would be joining her
in the shower each morning. She would cast her eyes shyly to
the floor and become very quiet as she struggled to find an
excuse to look at her bathing partner. Just how long do
normal women look at each other in the buff? Would anyone
suspect anything if her eyes stopped momentarily to
appreciate certain portions of female anatomy?