Mid-morning, I crept into the bathroom, closing the door ever-so-quietly. If I got caught, I’d be screwed. With silent feet and shallow breath, I started looking. Bingo! Right there on the window sill, next to the soap.

Grabbing the toothbrush, I grimaced. This was going to be most unpleasant. But the reward was absolutely worth it. I pulled down my pants, and inserted the business end in my ass, slowly swirling it around a few times. I pulled my pants back up and put the toothbrush back on the window sill, taking care to place it in the same position.

A banging on the door shocked me. My heart started racing.

“Let me in!” yelled Matthew. “I gotta get ready for work.”

I opened the door and sat on the toilet seat, watching him. He grabbed the toothbrush, added a strip of toothpaste, and started brushing.

“What are you smiling about?” he asked through a mouthful of foam.

“Nothing,” I said. “Nothing at all.”

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