I'm taking a shower. But I'm not at home. I'm in a public facility, and it's a family shower area. I know this because I see girls here.
And then I realize that the girls are staring at me while I shower. I turn my back on them. It's not that I'm embarrassed. Rather, I think it's highly inappropriate for them to see full frontal male nudity, especially since they're staring at It. I continue with my shower.
It's later and I'm in the guidance counselor's office. My daughter has left some materials, like a folder and notebook. I'm waiting for the end of school. She's supposed to meet me here so that I can take her home.
Meanwhile, a female guidance counselor is holding the notebook and reading it. She's commenting about the content aloud. But she thinks the student is a boy. The comments are positive.
A male counselor stands behind a counter, as if he's selling tickets or collecting at a tool booth. He says to me, "Do you hear what she's saying about your daughter?" He's referring to the other counselor. He wants me to know how well my daughter is doing.
I say to him that I think she's talking about someone else because she's referring to a boy. But inside, I know that she is commenting about my daughter's school work.
The students have been dismissed. I see a flood of students walking past the door. I wonder if my daughter will remember to meet me here. I watch carefully, trying to see her. But there are too many students, so I pay less attention to them, and I hope she remembers to show up. Besides, if I did see her, all I'd be able to do is follow her to the bus. She wouldn't hear me call out to her. Nor would she be able to stop, turn, and walk back against the flow of traffic.
And then I realize that the girls are staring at me while I shower. I turn my back on them. It's not that I'm embarrassed. Rather, I think it's highly inappropriate for them to see full frontal male nudity, especially since they're staring at It. I continue with my shower.
It's later and I'm in the guidance counselor's office. My daughter has left some materials, like a folder and notebook. I'm waiting for the end of school. She's supposed to meet me here so that I can take her home.
Meanwhile, a female guidance counselor is holding the notebook and reading it. She's commenting about the content aloud. But she thinks the student is a boy. The comments are positive.
A male counselor stands behind a counter, as if he's selling tickets or collecting at a tool booth. He says to me, "Do you hear what she's saying about your daughter?" He's referring to the other counselor. He wants me to know how well my daughter is doing.
I say to him that I think she's talking about someone else because she's referring to a boy. But inside, I know that she is commenting about my daughter's school work.
The students have been dismissed. I see a flood of students walking past the door. I wonder if my daughter will remember to meet me here. I watch carefully, trying to see her. But there are too many students, so I pay less attention to them, and I hope she remembers to show up. Besides, if I did see her, all I'd be able to do is follow her to the bus. She wouldn't hear me call out to her. Nor would she be able to stop, turn, and walk back against the flow of traffic.
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