A Baumgartner Christmas

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Carrie told the pharmacist at Rite-Aid that it was for her grandmother. She even said it with a straight face. Poor grandma, she was getting on in years and really couldn’t get around well anymore and needed one of those medical seats for the shower.

Carrie didn’t have a grandmother.

Or a mother or a father for that matter, at least any that she knew.

What she did have was a very sexually adventurous husband and a tiny little apartment shower and a definite aversion to getting a closed head injury due to any of the above. She’d had one close call already-they’d had to replace the shower rod, and thankfully her husband had caught her before she cracked her head open-but she didn’t want a repeat performance.

Doc laughed when he saw it and called it “cute”-but he wasn’t laughing when she got on her hands and knees on the stool and tilted her ass up as an offering, already soapy and wet and ready for him.

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