Naked, and stepping into the hot tub.
The heat sunk though my skin to my bones, warming me.
And that’s when I saw it.
A tiny scrap of latex clinging to the side of the hot tub.
I took a closer look.
Just as I expected.
A used condom.
I am not a big fan of condoms.
I can barely tolerate my own prophylactics.
But someone else’s?
Nothing worse than a cold sackful of stranger’s cum sitting by the side of your hot tub.
I just threw up a little in my mouth writing that sentence.
So what did I do?
I ignored it.
What was I supposed to do?
Clean it up?
I left it there for some other poor soul to deal with.
And I tried to ignore the fact that its presence signified that MANY OTHER PEOPLE COME TO THE HOT TUBS TO GET IT ON.
‘Cuz you know what I was there for. . .