Holly again.

Peter was concentrating so hard on his mental movie that he failed to notice when the young blonde’s face stopped moving, and her eyes became locked on his.

“Peter!!” she screamed, finally gaining his attention.

“Yeah?” he said, acting as though there was nothing wrong, as part of him felt there truly was.

“What are you doing?!” she asked him.

“I don’t see the problem,” he said honestly, looking down.

Doing so, he noticed his hands were directly on either side of his cock. He therefore moved them away, before looking up into Holly’s eyes again.

“You don’t?!” she asked, returning the look.

“Not really,” Peter said, attempting a laugh to break the tension he felt. “You came in here due to your own decision, not due to anything I said or did. Obviously, you did so knowing I was in here. The way I see it, there’s only two reasons a guy might come in this room, and both would leave a distinct possibility of any female entering after him seeing his genitalia.”

Holly shook her head a few times.

“Yeah,” she admitted. “But not seeing him grasping it like a toy on Christmas morning!!”

Peter failed to think of a proper reaction to this comparison before she spoke again.

“One correction, regardless,” she told him. “I’m not here entirely due to my own decisions. Kristin was very upset I seemed to have ignored her when doling-out the shower assignments. I apologized, personally and honestly. However, she quickly and straightly informed me that she also wanted a shower, and that my exclusion should leave me as the one left out in the …Well, without a shower, anyway.”

Peter made note of her mention of Kristin doing anything “straightly”,… let alone doing so to Holly. However, he quickly returned to the present situation, betting Holly was now there, hoping he would offer her some sort of “consolation prize”.