Tony burst into the bathroom. “What’s going on? Who’s in here?”
Marcia, naked, poked out of the now steaming hot shower.
“A clever bloke like you Tony... thought you’d realise I’m having a shower!”
“Oh, yeah, sorry. Why ain’t you using your own shower?”
Marcia was quick. “The water comes through hot quicker here because it’s downstairs.” That seemed to satisfied Tony. “Why are you home so early?
“Feeling a bit sick. Gonna lie down in the spare room.”
It was Marcia’s turn to feel sick as Tony turned to go.
“I’m finished here. Why don’t you freshen up first?”