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“Hey Jen, can I borrow your phone? I need to call home and let my dad know we're going to be late," Bea asked when Jen answered the door.

“Sure! Here," Jen said, handing her cell phone to Bea as she ushered them inside.

“Jeeze, things will sure be easier when Possum Springs gets cell phones," Bea said as she dialed her home phone.

*****

“No problem sweetie," her dad said over the phone. “Don't drink and drive though, alright? You can stay overnight if you want to. It might be safer."

“Maybe, but I won't be drinking. It'll be late though. Don't wait up."

“Okay. Love you kid."

“Love you too," she said, then looked at the phone.

“How do you hang up?" she had to ask Jen, who showed her the button.

Mae and Bea looked around the house. It was an impressive house with tall ceilings. The place was immaculate, if a little sterile.

“Wow! Nice place Jen! Is this place yours?"

“Na. It's my parents'. But it is kinda nice, isn't it?"

Mae was eyeing a nude life-size fox-woman statue. “A fucking statue? Who has a fucking statue in their house?"

“Mae!" Bea chided her. “Please!? We're guests here!"

“I guess it's a bit much, isn't it?" Jen said, somewhat embarrassed.

“It's great," Bea said, though despite the craftsmanship, honestly she was thinking that Mae was right.

“I used to think it was my mom when I was a kid," Jen laughed nervously.

“Well that would sure be weird! Having a naked statue of your mom in your house!"

“I know, right?" Jen agreed uncertainly.

“So…. who is it?" Bea asked, admiring the skill that had gone into it closer and running her hands over the fur-shaped stone.

“My grandmother," Jen said in a whisper.

Bea's hand shot away immediately.

After Mae and Bea recovered from a giggling fit, Bea was first to be able to talk again.

“So, where are Angus and Gregg?" she said, trying to change the subject.

“Oh, they're upstairs taking a shower. Mom and dad are gone for a week so I have the house to myself. Hey, you want something to eat?"

Mae nodded joyfully and they went into the kitchen. Like the rest of the house, it was massive. There was even an echo. Bea pulled out a cigarette by habit but caught herself before lighting it.

Jen produced a couple of sandwiches that she said her mom had made for her before they left and some chips.

“Well," she said as Mae and Bea began scarfing on the free dinner, “my mom actually doesn't make anything. She had 'em delivered."

“Must be nice," Mae said between bites.

Jen shrugged. “I suppose. Sorry, but it's all just stuff, you know? Sometimes I wish we lived in a trailer. At least I might get to see my dad once in a while."

Bea thought of her dad, naturally.

“It's not all it's cracked up to be," she said, trying to reassure Gregg's cousin after the statue debacle, though she realized how glad she was to have her dad around.

Then Angus and Gregg walked in, both dressed in swimwear.

“How soon are we leaving?" Bea asked.

“Well," Gregg replied while stealing some meat from Mae's sandwich, “we thought we'd go over as soon as you guys got back."

Bea wrinkled her snout. “Sorry guys, but me and Mae got into a volleyball game at the beach. We stink. Jen, would you mind if we took a quick shower too?"

“Oh no problem! I'll get you some towels,"

“I see you found some swim trunks, Angus," Mae said as they followed Jen out.

“Jen's dads," Gregg answered. “Fit perfectly!"

******

Bea accepted the towels from Jen and closed the door after her.

Mae was out of her suit before Bea turned back around.

“Wow! That was fast!"

“Look at this place, Bea! It's bigger than my bedroom!"

“It's bigger than my whole apartment," Bea agreed.

Then they both looked at the massive glass-enclosed shower. The knobs, levers and various water nozzles seemed to spring from every corner.

Mae entered first, while Bea got undressed.

“Jeeze," Mae said, staring at all the controls. “This thing needs instructions! You have any idea how to work this?"

Bea closed the door behind her and examined the fixtures. “Not a clue. I guess we start turning…"

But Mae had already cranked a knob at random. The sound of water rushing to it's exit point filled the granite enclosure seconds before it erupted, but neither had a clue where it was going to come out - nor if it would be scalding hot or freezing cold.

“LOOK OUT!" Bea yelled just before it hit.

In fact, it came out from what seemed like a hundred nozzles, in a torrent, from all points overhead, as if they'd just stepped under a waterfall. The temperature was amazingly similar as well.

Fortunately, the soundproofing of the house was such that the two simultaneous screams weren't heard by anyone else.

“TURN IT OFF!" Bea yelled while simultaneously clutching at the only warmth in reach which was, of course, Mae.

“I DON'T REMEMBER WHICH ONE IT WAS!!!" Mae yelled back, unwilling to relinquish her own death-grip on Bea.

“COME ON! TRY EM ALL!" Bea screamed while managing to tear herself away from Mae to start turning knobs.

Fortunately the initial shock wore off soon, since it seemed like they turned every knob in the place before finally redirecting the stream to a more conventional shower head and finding the temperature adjustment.

“Oh god!" Bea said, her eyes wide as saucers.

“S…sshit that was cold!" Mae said, still shivering. “Here, I found the soap. What do you say, wanna do me?"

“Dammit Mae, no. Let's just take a damn shower like normal people, okay?"

Reluctantly Mae agreed, though she had to be reminded to look away a couple of times.

“Well, at least let me do your feet, okay?" she said when they were pretty much done.

Bea agreed and sat on the stone seat, now warmed nicely, and held up one foot.

Mae began massaging it and Bea closed her eyes. It did feel awfully good. She was even a little sad when Mae set it down and lifted her other foot. She might have let out a moan subconsciously.

“Mae, that was great. Here, have a seat. You deserve the same."

“Ooo! That's awesome!" Mae said, practically swooning as Bea tried to do a good job.

“Someday, Mae, we've got to get a pedicure and see what it's like!"

“Or a massage," Mae agreed.

“Hey, what about the other night?" Bea said, stopping and feigning outrage.

“Oh, you know what I mean," Mae said, opening her eyes. “A real massage. You know, by a real professional… with no happy endings."

Bea went back to work on Mae's other foot but smiled to herself and muttered, “I dunno. I kinda like the happy endings."

Finally they agreed it was time to get out. Unfortunately it took another five minutes to figure out how to turn the whole thing off.

Bea was dried off quickly after that, but Mae's fur took significantly longer, and Bea used a hair dryer to speed up the process.

Then they both looked at their wet bikinis-slash-underwear dripping on a towel rack.

“But I'm so nice and dry now!" Mae complained.

“I know. I feel the same way. But it's a beach party. We gotta. But we can at least rinse the sand out of them first."

After much rinsing and wringing, they finally got dressed again and padded out of the bathroom and went down the long curved stairs. Angus, Jen and Gregg were in a side room playing a video game.

“That was a quick shower?" Angus asked.

“Well… it took us a while to figure out how to work it!"

“Oh jeeze, sorry guys," Jen apologized. “I forgot to explain it!"

“It's okay," Mae laughed. “It was kinda fun, experimenting."

Gregg looked at Angus and smiled.

“Gregg," Bea scowled. “Experimenting with the shower, not in the shower!"

“Well, let's get going," Jen said, getting up and shutting off the massive wall-length TV.

“We'll follow you in my car," Bea explained. “So we can leave straight from there."

“Sounds good. I'll go slow," Jen agreed.

******

The little convertible that pulled out of the garage a few minutes later made Bea roll her eyes.

“Rich bitch," Mae spat.

“Oh, Mae. She's pretty nice, don't you think?"

“For a rich bitch," Mae replied.

“Now that's just mean, Mae. It's not her fault her parents are rich."

“Bea, she has a naked statue of her grandmother in her house."

Bea snorted. “Okay, that's pretty weird."

“Nice looking grandmother though!"

“Mae, I'm pretty sure it was sculpted when she wasn't a grandmother yet."

“Oh… yeah. I guess you're probably right."