Enter the bathroom

Had that been an invitation? Surely it had. Hadn't it? Why else would she have left the door open like that? Or maybe it had just been an accidental flash of skin---a bit of fortuitously mistimed disrobing. He wasn't completely sure but he wasn't about to miss a rare opportunity like this two days in a row. Cautiously he moved toward the bathroom and peered through the doorway.

She had already moved within the opaquely frosted glass of the shower stall. Behind it, he could vaguely make out her tanned female form heavily obscured by billows of thick steam from the hot water. He felt he should say something to signal his approach. It should be something sexy. Something one of those guys in porn movies would say. Nothing was coming to him.

Suddenly there was a knock from the room door. He startled back from the bathroom entryway and nearly hit his head on the doorframe at the unexpected sound.

"Could you get that?" called Tanya from the shower.

He irritably retreated his advance and checked the peephole. Suddenly his blood turned to ice. There, standing just beyond the closed door, was none other than Coach Vanessa.

Wild-eyed, he jumped back and whirled about the room as if to conjure some backdoor exit through which he could escape.

"Hey, um, could you maybe hand me a bed sheet?" called Tanya obliviously from the bathroom. "There don't seem to be any dry towels left in here."

"What did you say?" called Vanessa from the hall.

That got Tanya's undivided attention. Her head poked out of the bathroom, eyes wide as saucers. "Quick!" she hissed, "Bed sheet!"

He stripped a sheet off the nearby bed and hurled it across the room to her. Then he scanned frantically for somewhere to hide.