Jeremy entered, scurrying quickly, insecure in the back of his mind that Marija was just being polite and he may have been intruding on her privacy in an indiscreet moment. Nothing like ruining your chances with a chick by irritating her while she's trying to take a dump. He quickly rifled through the luggage piled next to Marija’s bed and lifted out his leather lens bag.
“Found it! Thanks!” Jeremy called out.
“No prob! I’m just checking out this bathroom, it’s amazing!” Marija called back.
Jeremy could hear the very friendly and happy tone of Marija’s voice moving toward the open bathroom doorway, so he naturally looked up, even though he was already moving toward the door to give his co-worker her privacy back. The bright flood lighting from the bathroom shone so brightly that he could only see the silhouette of her body. His eyes bulged. His mouth opened wide in surprise. He was dumbfounded in silence and frozen in shock. Despite the fact that he couldn't make out all the details, he could tell that the form and curves of Marija stood there completely nude.
“You should come check out this Jacuzzi with me!” she said.
* * *
Meanwhile, Dr. Romero fumbled for his keys, standing at the door to his home, roughly a half mile hike from the research lab, through the tropical foliage. The sun had long since gone down, leaving only a single overhead spotlight to illuminate the thick, haphazard ridges of stucco façade and the thick, heavy wooden door made of West Indian walnut. As Romero unlocked and opened the door, it creaked in a slow, groaning noise that echoed into the tropical air and blended with the low moan of the breeze blowing through the palm trees. He entered, dropping his keys on a short table and closing the solid door behind him, just as he had every night in his three and a half years on the island.
I’m glad I’m not on duty. I don’t have time to wait on our guests when I’m on the verge of a breakthrough, Dr. Romero thought to himself.
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