My husband has developed a peculiar fascination with toilets, unbeknownst to me. He has taken to covertly observing me while I relieve myself, using hidden cameras and stealthily sneaking up on me in the bathroom. Only recently have I discovered him, camera in hand, capturing my every move near the toilet bowl. Despite my protests and attempts to evict him, his excitement remains palpable, eyes ablaze and mouth agape, as he persists in his documentary pursuit. If this is what he desires, I shall oblige, bestowing upon him a life of servitude as my dedicated lavatory attendant.