I broke the rules – again. It was too much trouble to put on a shirt after a good shower just because of a few
stupid women around. (I infer from their Major Decision about the course their life is taking that they cant possibly be of very sound mind) Why would they mind anyway, the other courses run around the entire camp half naked.
But this time I was almost caught. From a distance I saw a higher up putting on his shirt in his room with the door open. He saw me too.
“CONTACTED!” I actually said in my head.
And before he could open his mouth, I took off running in my flip-flops. I was thankful for the towel over my head that wrapped me either like a Moslem woman in a hijab or a Jewish priest in a tallit. Too bad I didn’t wrap the towel like a burqa.
And I ran as fast as I could (which wasn’t much actually ><) to the staircase like a woman running for her life in Iran.