Tales of a two-person shower

So, for those of you who don't know me that well, my apartment last semester had a shower with two showerheads. My roommates and I decided to put a curtain between the two showerheads so two people could take showers at once. We didn't want to be taking showers together; we aren't that gay... Or so I thought!
One day, I was sitting in the livingroom reading, while Tom and Isaac got into their respective showers. I was sitting there for a while and could hear them talking and singing duets, then I hear Isaac yell, "Tom, stay in your own shower!" Tom replies abstinately, "NO!" I look up, and go on reading; just a normal day in Kriegbaum 208.
A couple months later, I woke up and got in the shower before class. Tom, who had also woken to get ready for class, hops in the other shower. I turn on the water, and wash my hair drowsily. Then I feel something soft rubbing against my back. So, I wash the soap out of my eyes and look back to see a hand coming across the curtain, rubbing soap on my back. I laugh and slap his hand. I continued washing, and a few minutes later, I feel a similar something rubbing, but this time on the back of my leg. I look down, and it was Tom's braceletted hand again. I turn of the shower and go back to class.
For all the akwardness of those moments, they are the ones I will remember longest and charish most of all...