I was asked to wake them to pick up her mother at the airport. I tried to call to them through the door, but they were sleeping too soundly. I cracked the door open and even though it was just a second, I saw everything. I turned my back to them, and entered the room backwards. I continued a calling to them, and eventually one of them woke up. I don't remember who. Later, I told her I hadn't meant to be disrespectful, but I had seen him from head to toe. We agreed he was living artwork, just gorgeous all over. Too bad he was a shithead. We had already giggled about his generous endowment when they first got together. If she was anyone else, I'd have pretended to have seen nothing.
Anyway, this was years ago. I don't even think I was old enough to drink.