I'm sitting in the living room watching TV when I hear the shower start in the other bathroom. This girl is so damned easy to manipulate.

"Arthur." She calls, after opening the bathroom door about six inches.

"Yes, Gwen." I answer, getting up from the couch.

"I ran out of shampoo." She yells. "Can you get Natasha for me from your bathroom, please."

"Sure." I answer, walking down the hall. As I pass the bathroom, the door is still open about six inches and she is standing behind it, peeking out. Glancing in, I catch her reflection in the mirror over the sink. Her full length, naked body is reflected...