Interruptus

Thirty minutes, she's in there. He'd rust. Was it that bad?

"I'm sorry, Meryl! If you hadn't flinched-"

"I'd be sticky and bleeding."

"We won't try that position again, okay?"

Meryl's reply was lost in roaring water. Vash opened the bathroom door.

"What did you say?"

"I said, darn right we won't. No one's that flexible."

Maybe Kama Sutra meant: don't try this at home. The water stopped.

"If I get stabbed again, I'm sanding the damn thing off."

"But I need that bolt!"

Meryl, grinning, shoved the curtain aside. Vash, comprehending, flinched.

"I wasn't talking about the bolt."