Get up and shower.

You should probably get dressed.

You throw your thin sheets off the bed and stagger to your feet, groaning with effort. You pad across the cheap carpeting to the small mirror your keep hung on the wall. Before you stands a cute Mexican girl, caramel-brown skin and long black hair. You remove your T-shirt and drop it next to you, revealing a pair of large, firm breasts.

Your panties go down next, kicked aside, revealing you unshaven nethers. Mentally you remind yourself to make a date with your razor.

You open the door to your adjoining bathroom, closing it behind you and locking it tight. You turn on the shower, extra-hot. The room begins to fill with steam as you step into the stream of hot water.

You spy your body soap sitting on the rack, as always, next to your razor.