(see previous post)
Anyway, I'm 12 or 13, back on holiday from boarding school. I have two homes in the holidays, my mum's and my dad's. Today I am with my mum, and my (younger) sister is away...
I have just had a bath, and my mother I think decides to get itno my bathwater to save heating costs, but she doesn't ask/expect/want me to leave the bathroom. So I sit on top of the closed loo seat with a towel around me.
We talk - I can't remember what we talk about. My mother is in the bath, possibly covered in soap and bubbles. "I'm sure" I don't see her nakedness - but maybe, on the contrary, I do.
Something felt wrong. But the only thing I'm sure was wrong was detail it's a bit embarassing to tell you about.
My mother was (and is) a fastidious perfectionist, particularly obsessive in matters of cleanliness. A single food mark would be enough for us have to remove a garment and put it into the wash.
But that night in the bathroom I had been clothed in a white towel; and when I got up I discovered, to my horror, that a little shit mark had been made on the towel where I had been sitting. I decided to leave the towel in the bathroom so the ext day my my mum could wash it nd the matter left unmentioned.
The next day, and the floowing, the marked towel, neatly folded, was still there.
