Lars seemed like a pretty respectable guy. At least, that’s what I thought… until movie night. He picked a flick that was full of hot, sweaty sex scenes. I couldn’t believe it! Did he do that on purpose? It got me so hot I could hardly sit still. After the film was over I just had to take a shower—and not a cold one, either. I took a steamy, soapy shower and I washed myself all over. The last thing I expected was for Lars to sneak into the bathroom… and join me…