"Isn't that much easier now?" I attempt to hide and escape from his playful torment. He's doubled over at the waist, continuing to tickle relentlessly, so I seize the right moment to nudge his leg with my foot, throwing him off balance. The bathroom isn't very spacious; it only accommodates a toilet, a small sink, a washer and dryer, and nothing else. Kent, who stands taller than six feet, still has his wet clothes in a basket within the room.

He crashes down beside me, occupying the ...