a rare moment alone

It's so unusual for me to have a moment to myself in this house. It's one of the things that has taken the most getting used to. I rarely feel like I have any real privacy. At any given moment, H. or J. can come walking around the corner it seems. It's not that I do anything all that spectacular or forbidden--it's just the idea that at any moment whatever I'm doing can have an audience. I don't like to practice my singing in front of anyone--I'm self-conscious about being overheard when I'm still working things out. And let's face it, masturbation has become a lot more challenging. I never realized how much I took for granted my ability to do that just about any time the urge hit me until I became limited to bath time and the rare moments, like this one, when I know I have the place to myself. (I know this sounds like I'm a nympho--oh well).