I entered the hut. An old, iron bed, a similarly aged fireplace, and a two-door dresser completed the furnishings. Plus a little table with a chair at the end of the bed. More would not have fit in. A lantern hung from the bulk of the low ceiling. In the dresser, a knife, a fork, some plates and pans shared the place among themselves.
Out of habit, I took out the Lumia and realised that besides the lack of the electricity, there is also no signal strength here. I decided to take a shower; which caused me some difficulty. The shower was outside, at the back of the house, and consisted of a water barrel attached to the roof – without walls. It was logical, come to think of it. People did not walk hereabouts. Nevertheless, it disturbed me. I am not a nudist-, naturist-kind. But the sticky sweat on my back disturbed me even more. I got over my inhibition and undressed. As bare as Adam, I stepped under the shower. After all, who could see me here? At most curious squirrels would have a memorable day.
The natural heat energy had proved its effect. The water was quite warm. While I washed myself quickly, my mind flashed that if suddenly the red-blonde came out from among the trees, and would stand nude in front of me. She would smooth back her soaking hair with her hands... From her chin, the water would trickle down onto her bosoms..., dribble down from her nipples..., onto her belly... and run onwards..., downwards...
I shook out the picture from my head quickly, because my rod violently started to demand satisfaction to himself, due to the momentary vision.
I towelled myself dry and went into the hut.