“Babe, can you pass me the face soap?” You asked, pointing at a bar of soap on the caddy in your shower.

“Uh, which one.” He asked. He had decided earlier that he was going to invade on your shower.

“The one bar of soap.” You said blandly. He paled. If the two of you were talking about the same bar of soap, he had been using that soap to clean his.. genitals. But if you had been using it on your face… oh god, he was screwed.