In the bathroom I turned the shower on and stepped underneath the flow, my second of the day. I turned the shower head in my hand and aimed at my coochie and my knees almost buckled straight away, gosh I was so sensitive. I know I gasped. Goodness what was wrong with me these days?

A careful shower later and with my body all clean I stepped out of the shower and as I stood rubbing myself with the towel, I once more glimpsed Jack in the mirror as he was looking through the door gap. Perhaps I ought to look at getting the door fixed. I knew what the...