You look awful

When I got home, Martina was talking to herself with the pans. I leaned against the doorframe and laughed:

- What is your relationship with these pans, Martina?

- Love and hate. - She said looking at the object in her hand. – I guess I'll have to ask the asshole for help… Why are the pans so different? Does it affect the taste?

- Are you really questioning yourself about this?

- Of course... I am the official cook of this house. And this baby depends on me!

- I'm going to take a shower. - I warned going up.

When I got to the room Martina was behind me.

- Where did you go?

- You wouldn't believe...

I headed for the bathroom with her on my heels, seeming to wonder what had just happened. I took off my dress and she spoke aloud, with an expression of astonishment:

- Meg Miller, what happened to you?

I got into the shower and turned on the shower, letting the cold water run over my body.

- Invasion of privacy is the name of it. - I said while she looked at me naked.