“Ms. Taylor?” Carson stammered, his voice hardly above a whisper. “Carson!? Oh my god, what are you doing here?” Ms. Taylor gasped. She quickly got her towel and wrapped it around herself. Carson could not help but stare before Ms. Taylor covered her nakedness up. “Hey! Quit staring!” Ms. Taylor yelled, causing Carson to refocus. “Oh, I uh… yeah I’m sorry,” Carson squeaked. “What are you doing in the men’s locker room, Ms...