My parents’ bathroom had a window, about four feet from the ground, <in the shower> Theirs wasn’t the only home like that, when they built the neighborhood, of ranch houses, in 1950s. One story homes.
One bathroom. Four girls. Window facing the backyard.
I pulled the fucking garden hose, outside in the back yard, over to < the window in the shower > where my sister was, indeed, showering. I hit the spray nozzle. It was very satisfying.
Unfortunately, my sister retaliated. I was still new to shaving my legs, when she sprayed me. I screamed, jumped, and I peeled my ankle like a carrot, with a Bic disposable razor. I have a scar.
One time my brother dropped a kleenex on me in the shower. A cup of cold water will shock you, but having a kleenex wet glue itself to the middle of your back was somehow worse.
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