Title: Scene 1:Showers  
Author: MarshAngel
E-mail: watsonma@hotmail.com
Web page: http://www.crosswinds.net/~marshangel/angelmoon.htm



All five girls followed Darien into his apartment and immediately sunk
down unto his couch. Darien appeared to be in a horrible mood as was
visible by the scowl on his face. Why couldn't he just have been left
alone? He certainly needed to be alone right now.
"I need to take a shower," he grumbled to anyone who cared.
"Now?" Rei asked disbelievingly.
"Yes, now," he replied, his scowl deepening. He stalked off towards the
bathroom.
"What's his problem?" Serena asked the other girls. They merely shrugged
in return.
"Probably has something to do with you," Mina muttered just below
Serena's hearing.
"Did you say something Mina?" Serena asked.
"No, nothing at all," Mina replied.
"Great!" Serena grumbled. "I need to pee." She stalked over to the
bathroom and pounded on the door. "Hurry it up will you! I need to pee."

Darien groaned at the sound of his voice. It was taking a while but this
cold shower was finally beginning to work.  Damn her for getting him
like this. And she didn't even have a clue what she'd done.
"Darien would you please hurry up!" Serena screeched impatiently.
"Calm down meatball head! My shower, my apartment. I'll take as long as
I want."
Serena growled in frustration and shoved backward until she was backed
up against the wall with one leg up and her arms crossed against her
chest, waiting as patiently as she could manage with the pressure
building up in her bladder.
Time was beginning to tick away and Serena yawned and stretched, her
arms over her head and her eyes closed.
Darien opened the door relieved to have finally rid himself of his
'problem'. The sight before him was neither an expected one or one he
needed right now. In fact he had specifically prayed never to see such a
sight again but there it was before him.  God did not love him today.
There she was, her long blonde hair in complete disarray falling over
one shoulder and framing the length of her body. Her entire body was
stretched provocatively with her arms over her head and her shirt had
ridden up giving him a full view of her tight flat creamy stomach from
just below her belly button to right beneath her breasts. He didn't want
to look at her breasts but they were intent on pointing themselves out
to him.
It was by far too much, way too much.
He slammed the door in her face, dropped his robe, climbed back into the
tub and turned the shower on full blast. The water needed to be colder,
much colder!