she finished peeing , dried herself , flushed and stood , pulling the elastic of her sleeping-alone knickers - which were getting far too much wear recently - up to her waist . after i hear the front door open and close , donna comes up to my room and says , `` you should be ashamed of yourself . `` who do you think you are , ordering me around ? '' it took most of my remaining good grace to resist reminding her that she and i had met under similar circumstances . 