Carol comes clean...

Fortuneately Carol had her own water heater, other wise she'd had a miserable time under an icy spray. She quickly washed up from head to toe after slipped a shower cap on her already done hair. Soon she was tediously taking long stroke with the fresh razor. She found it awkward and after a few minutes climbed and got a hand mirror and again squated on the pot.

"There we go," she whispered to herself, now having a better view of what she was doing.