Turlough, Turlough (SWF edit)

Chapter 3: Intermission: The Shower

"It's not block transfer maths," Turlough dismissed, putting his razor away in the little dry shelf. "You never forget."

"All the same. No harm getting a little appetizer in, is there?" The older Trion smirked, an unchanged expression. "I know what you like. And I want it."

Turlough made a bemused face, eyes skyward. "Fine then, if you-"

(very raunchy things happen)