He stood right where he was, as he heard her start the shower.  Again, he’d hold his ground while he watched her exit the bathroom to return to her room.  A towel covered her body while another one took care of her still-damp hair.  It always amazed him how women could wrap their hair in a towel like a turban.  And it perfectly stayed put!  It also resembled a soft-serve of ice cream, minus the cone.  Albeit one<i>huge</i>helping of soft-serve.<br/><br/>Although she didn’t close her bedroom door, Paul still thought it best to allow her the time to get dressed.  Barging in on her was not an option.