I had recently bought a townhouse in a development mostly populated by seniors or which I had just become one of. At least twice every day I would take my dog for a walk around the development. The obvious purpose was to give me and my dog some exercise but my ulterior motive was to meet some of my neighbors, especially those of the feminine persuasion.
After a couple of weeks I had come to know several of the neighbors, especially those who also walked dogs. One in particular I found interesting, but at the outset, I could not tell you why. She had a nice smaller dog much like mine; she was short and at least my age. Her figure was what; average. That was until I really looked at her breasts. I am not sure what kind of bra she wore but while she did not look large breasted, on closer examination her boobs seemed to spread across her chest with maybe with the intent of hiding how big they really were.
We met regularly and had small talk. Once I said that I was not pleased with the master bath attached to the master bedroom. Pat said, "You don't have a shower with the multiple heads? You have a corner bathtub."
I replied in the affirmative. "Well, you don't know what you are missing" was her response. As I was thinking of remodeling the bath anyway, her comments got my thought processes going.
A few days later I was driving home and was passing Pat's unit. She was sitting on the porch, glass in hand. It was the cocktail hour so given the warmth of the day it was not unusual to see occupants out enjoying the late summer weather and a drink. I stopped and called to ask how she was doing she responded asking if I wanted a drink an offer I could not refuse. "Let me take the car home, let the dog out and I will be back."
After taking care of the dog I returned to find Pat still sitting in the same place waiting for me. "Would you like a drink? I am going to have another," she said. Agreeing that a beer would be nice on a warm day I asked if I could help but she declined. Shortly she was back with our drinks and we proceeded to have some small talk, the weather, and the neighbors and so on.
After a while she asked if I had done any more thinking about my bathroom. I said that I had but that I had not come to a firm conclusion as to whether to gut the room and start over or to just do relatively modest changes. Pat said that if I did not consider a large shower with multiple heads I was missing an opportunity that really only comes once, especially at our age. She then said, "Would you like to see my shower?" I replied that it would certainly help my thought process.
She led the way into her home and up the stairs. The layout was virtually identical to mine. We went in through her bedroom to the master bath. Here things were quite different. The cabinets containing the sinks were along the right hand wall with two sinks, where I had one. The toilet was in an alcove on the left so that if one came into to room opening the door fully, it closed the entrance to the toilet thus providing a measure of privacy. Next to the toilet but separated by a full wall was the 4 foot by 5 foot shower all clad in marble with a full glass door on the entry side. It had a multiple of water sources, a rain head, a hand held "telephone" head and thee jets on each of the end walls spread about two feet apart vertically.
I commented what a lovely arrangement she had. I asked about the absence of a tub to which Pat responded that there was a full bath with combined shower and tub across the hall for use by guests. I asked what she liked about the multi-headed shower which prompted a grin and the explanation that she could run all of the heads or select only those that suited her needs on an individual basis. I could guess what she meant but did not want to sound too inquisitive as to what those needs might be. I responded that all she needed was a masseur or shower boy to wash her back. I was a bit surprised when she came back with, "Are you volunteering?"
