Ding Ping was getting bolder in his demands. Usually Zhang Feifei was more than happy to go along with his increasingly creative requests— that foursome with the brooms up the street had certainly been interesting!— but this made her feel decidedly uncomfortable.

It wasn’t just the public nudity that bothered her. She had a certain exhibitionist streak, she realized. No, it was the wires on the clothes rack, digging into her spine.

He had taken all the pillows, damnit, leaving none for her.

Note: This post is in honor of the 69th mop photo to be uploaded to my drafts folder!