Curtis decided it was high time he confronted Terry and her Billy Bob. What a headache, he thought as he stumbled into the shower. As the water cascaded across his skin, he thought of how he and Terry used to shower together. He would delicately take her body and lather her, bit by bit. She would do the same, never missing one crevice...he sighed. He threw on some jeans, a t-shirt, and some of the cologne she really liked. As he drove to her apartment, Curtis tried to rehearse what he was going to say.