He would come out of the bedroom, and go to the shower. He needed one, and perhaps something else. He knew she was angry, it was her way. " You would like that wouldn't you." His hand struck her door with his knuckles as if pounding the point across." She irritated him, both sexually and with her behavior. Where was that sweet little girl sister? No, she was a royal......<br/><br/>He went into the bathroom and started the shower, couldn't get over her using it to get off. He smelt it, wondering if he could catch her scent. But, sigh. Turning it on, he would strip down and wander under the stream. Still hard, he would soap up, and lightly play with himself to her image.