Jeff's harem

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Jeff tilted the mirror over to the left a little, silently wishing she'd hurry up and finish her shower. He'd been waiting here in the hall since he'd heard the water go on about fifteen minutes ago.

The water went off and he slid the mirror back a little. He remembered a few months ago, when he'd been so frustrated at the thought that she was in there naked, nude, and completely invisible to him because of this damned door.

He'd lain down on the floor, the side of his head flat on the rug as he tried to peer in through the little one inch crack beneath the bathroom door. He hadn't been able to see anything but her feet of course.

Then he'd thought of the mirror. Now he could see the entire inside of the room, or any room for that matter.

The curtain slid open and there she was, wet and naked, her body glistening in the bright bathroom light. Her hair darkened and plastered to her head. She reached up for the towel hanging from the shower rod and pulled it down over her head.

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