Every week-end my girl friend from college would come and stay at our place in this quiet country village to get away from the main city. We always had a great time, doing each others hair, nails and make-up, watching girly romantic videos, making cakes and playing around in the kitchen with some new recipe from the latest magazine. A lot of talk about the boys we liked and didn't like. Swapping notes on the boys we had played around with or rather who we let play around with us. It was girl time.
On Saturday nights my single parent dad would play in a band at functions and leave us two girls alone in the house until late. One night we had got fairly messy in the kitchen with making cakes and homemade bread -- we had flour everywhere -- dad was getting dinner provided at the gig so we didn't have to worry about him. After all was done we needed a good shower. It was draught time -- so we were rationing our tank water and Cindy knew this -- so she suggested half jokingly, maybe we should save water and shower together -- I don't think she was expecting my reply -- `sounds like fun'