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It was second day of January. Marga and Britta were alone. Holiday time meant that they had no work to do.
"Any plans for today? Indoors, of course." Aunt asked niece.
"How about golden shower?"
"What?" Marga was disgusted and her face was the proof.
"Yeah, why not?"
"I've been sure we knew each other's preferences, when it comes to intimacy, at least. As it has turned out, you have an anti-sanitary kink."
"In any intimate situation, if a person is clean completely there's no risk to be infected with something."
"I know what you mean, but unless it's a forest, exertion of piss is in toilet only."
"If you think I don't agree, you're wrong."
Aunt was puzzled. "What do you mean?"
"Darling, wait a minute. I need to take something, and you'll have an answer to your question."
Marga wanted to know truth as soon as possible. Did Britta have a secret kink or not?
Niece returned with something hidden in her fist partly.
Suddenly, *POP!* As the result, golden confetti were on the floor.
"You mean? . ."
"Yeah, the very golden shower I've been talking about. Sorry, darling, for such a disgusting comparison, but I saw poppers with golden confetti a few days ago and this kink was all I could think about."