A Compromising Position

The soap landed with a splash. Fuck! In a swift movement I bent down to pick it up and screamed. The crack ricocheted in the stall. Burning ants crawled all over my lower back, my legs threatened to give out.
“Adam!” I steadied myself with a hand on the glass block wall and gasped. “Help.” It wasn’t more than a whisper. The water hit my back, droplet ran into my eyes.
“I’m stuck,” I hissed when I felt Adam stand outside the enclosure.
“And there are plenty of benefits with that.”
“Lift me out of here!”
“You’re such a bore.”

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