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After my parents divorced, my dad moved into a house with a couple of friends. It was a tri-level, living room and kitchen on main level, two bedrooms and a bath upstairs and a bedroom, rec room and bath downstairs. My dad stayed on the lower level. I would spend the night there on a regular basis. I preferred to use the upstairs bathroom because there was always a Playboy or Penthouse for reading material.

One morning I was headed up stairs to the bathroom. Right when I got to the top step, the girlfriend of one of the roomates walked out of the bathroom and she was stark naked. She kind of froze for a second then smiled and said "oops, good morning". With my jaw on the floor I mumbled hi back. Then without ever trying to cover up she walked back into her boyfriends bedroom, me staring at her butt so hard she could probably feel it. I don't know if she told the boyfriend. I tend to think not because he was the kind of guy who would of joked about it with me.

I tried to catch her again after that but never did. But I relived those few moments only about a million and a half times since then.