(Man, I'm sorry.)<br/><br/>Santi couldn't believe her reaction when Tim jumped into the shower behind her, right into the jet of water that had been pounding against her back.  She froze, at once quite embarrassed... and quite excited.<br/><br/>She could say whatever she liked, and she could even think he was a freak, but the fact remained that suddenly there was a cute and rather naked guy standing right behind her in the shower... just as naked as she was, in fact.<br/><br/>Sam might not be back for hours.<span style="font-style: italic">So</span>many things could happen in the meantime.  Some could be pleasant... some could be frightening.  But good or bad, every one of them was sending her mind into an excited maelstrom.  The possibilities... they were<span style="font-style: italic">arousing</span>her.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">What's wrong with me,</span>she wondered almost in defeat.  She'd always liked her sex; she'd enjoyed working as a prostitute more than should have been normal, she was sure.  Pain was pleasure, fear was arousing... and the thought that Tim could pin her to the wall and have his way with her --- and the knowledge that she would probably submit to it --- made her shiver in the steamy air.<br/><br/>She had no idea what he meant by<span style="font-style: italic">onsen</span>, but...<br/><br/>"Tim... you're standing in the stream," she managed.  "Either... either get out of the way, or... or make yourself useful."<br/><br/>And with those words, she took a step back into him, letting him, innocent as he always seemed, decide whether she meant scrubbing her back, or something else entirely.