Mary stretched as sun rays pried open her eyelids.  She rubbed her eyes instinctively, hatting the way they always felt fuzzy in the morning.  She was always the last to wake up...sleep seemed so much more comfortable.  Mary loved the tingling her limbs produced as she stretched, allowing it to curl through her body like the current of an eel unwinding itself from a venture into the coiled alternate dimensions of thought.  While her hands stretched she slid the fingertips across her smooth skin.  Mary loved to sleep in the nude, in fact she loved to be nude in general.  She spread her mouth and a roaring yawn escaped.  At that same time she heard the bathroom door and a rush of water.<em>Must be Gus...</em><br/><br/>Mary's mind was generally ajar in the morning, and the slightest conclusions seemed miraculous to her.  She rolled her lengthy legs off of the bed and rested her bare feet against the wooden floor.  She had requested the room with bare wooden floors, carpet always seemed so impractical to her.  With a final yawn and extension of her arms she peeled herself from the warm comfort of her bed and trailed towards the bathroom in a half-asleep stupor.<br/><br/>“Morning!”  Mary called to Gus over the torrent of water.  She took a seat on the toilet and relieved herself before moving over towards the sliding shower door.  She didn't say a single word of warning as she pulled the door open and slipped in.  “Hope you don't mind, dear brother...”  She winked and her breasts bounced as she moved into the warm water pouring from the spout.