It was a brief shower. Charles caught motion across the street five minutes after Amanda had disappeared behind the curtain to see her walking out of the bathroom. The towel was wrapped around her, covering her annoyingly well. Her wet blonde hair was plastered to her shoulders, and she shook it out briefly, standing in the middle of the bedroom.<br/><br/>She whipped off the towel and dried herself, leaning down to get her legs and giving Charles another fantastic shot of her rear. Dropping the towel to the floor, Amanda went to the mirror she had looked into before, took a brush off a vanity and began to brush out her hair, her back to the window.