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Kimberly never thought of the fact that Carla would be uncomfortable about the clear glassed shower. After all Kimberly was perfectly comfortable with it, though she was comfortable with her body, also she knew that she and Ethan had no attraction for each other whatsoever. Had she been aware it would bother her, Kimberly would have suggested the downstairs guest bathroom that had a curtain. She noticed the fact that Carla jumped as she handed the towels over, she smiled brightly and nodded as the girl muttered sorry. Still quite happy that she gotten her to wear the dress, before turning to give Carla the last towel. 

[b]“Well you can only use the one if you want. Though the small towel was for your hair, big towel was for your body.”[/b] She explained still blushing. She was still worried about giving her the razor; she didn’t want Carla hurting herself, as she had suggested doing last night. The last thing she wanted was to spend 1600 dollars to save Carla from being sold to a lot of nasty old men and pimps that had bought most of the women at the auction, just to give her the razor she used to kill herself. 

Even when she said it wouldn’t happen, Kimberly was still hesitant, though when Carla reached to take to razor from her, she let go of it, showing Carla how to turn on the hot and cold water before leaving her to shower. She went downstairs to the kitchen to find that Ethan had already finished making the French toast for the three of them, and was now passed out on the couch snoring. 

Kimberly thought about waiting for Carla to eat, so that she wouldn’t be the only one eating. Though after about a half hour she put Carla’s French toast in the microwave to make sure nothing got on it, before making coffee and eating her own. It was taking forever for Carla to get out of the shower; she had been in there for a little over an hour before Kimberly started to grow a little impatient. While she understood that Carla had been through a lot, her cousin was supposed to show up soon, and Carla had given her nothing but trouble, even over wearing a dress.

Climbing the stairs she went to the bathroom door to check on her, to make sure that she hadn’t hurt herself. Kimberly’s hand went to the door knob and started to turn it slightly, out of habit more than anything else. She stopped before pushing the door open, her hand moving from the knob, and knocking on the door. [b]“Mio caro, it has been over an hour. Is everything alright?”[/b] She asked loudly a trace of worry still is her voice.