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The hissing steam turned everyone into silhouettes. The white tile ceiling was blistered with hot drops of water that pulled themselves free and burned when they splattered on my skin. There were only men in the steam room so I couldn't jerk off on your mother's face. I always shave after the steam, while my skin is loose and warm. I lather my stubble, a slow razor wipes it clean. All the men call each other dear and wear designer gym shorts. They groom. Only a small white towel kept the fingers out of my ass. I rubbed lotion on my face and thought about your mom.