Kris smacked the back of my head - her usual punishment for my violation of the 'no kiss and tell' policy she had forced upon me. He told me all about it. Kris' eyes flashed from Rush to me and back again. Relax, I'm only kidding. He didn't tell me anything about that little escapade in the shower.
Every couple has at least one escapade in a shower.
I regretted it as soon as I said it, terrified that Kris would see this as an ideal opportunity to share another anecdote from a past relationship - the kind I really didn't want. Kris shrieked, tossing a sheaf of paper at me. I quietly closed the door behind me, and turned slowly to look at her. You and Celeste fucking on the stained green couch you bought together at a yard sale. That was a story, Kris.