Carmen trusted that the bathroom door will open, she had her finger to her lips, asking quiet. The entryway opened, and she pushed Erica in back.

“Hey… What's the for?” Erica asked smiling.

“Do you have at least some idea how hard it's been having you here and not touching you?” She put her hands around Erica's neck.

“Maybe I do. But I gave you more than a hundred opportunities to do that.” Erica's finger followed Carmen's lips.

“Before my parents? Those ain't opportunities.”

“That's more sensual.” Erica said.

Carmen locked the bathroom door. “My dad is in the parlor, and things might go sound if we stay here too...