I open the door to the women's locker room and enter.
Zeena's Shower And Shave
I have the hesitant gait of a person not quite sure what she has gotten herself into. Surely they don't mean In a little vestibule I slowly remove my boots and socks. To my right there is a little basket to place my clothing.
Lockers to my left should I have valuables to store.
I stand there, striped Baggu bag in hand with my fringed bikini and hamman towel bunched inside. I came prepared. In style no less.
But my brain cannot compute this naked thing.