Hot Shower

Molly and I were getting along rather nicely today. We had breakfast, lunch, and dinner together and for once there wasn't an awkward silence between bites. Hell, we even had a gym date. For the first time all year I was finally feeling somewhat comfortable about my roommate and thought that maybe, just maybe, we could get along for the rest of the semester.
To my surprise Molly let me use the shower first after the gym which worked out pretty well since she takes the hottest and longest showers and that would have left me with no hot water. On a rainy day things were looking up.
I was getting into my sweats when Molly was in the shower and then I heard her let one rip. It wasn't the loudest fart I'd ever heard, but the stench was made about a million times worse by the hot, steaming water that she was bathing in. Even with the door closed our whole room, common room, and the other two bedrooms were filled with the stench of a wet fart.
We might be on good terms today, but that stench lingered for a bit too long, even with the windows open.