I remove my clothes

I start with the most innocuous garment on my person. I bend forward, slipping my hands underneath the robe and hooking my thumbs under the waistband of the boxers. I quickly pulls them down, unceremoniously letting them fall at my feet. I step out of them, taking a couple steps to the center of the room to present myself before Robert. I turn around and untie the belt of the bathrobe. I part the two sides and let the collar slip from my shoulders. Before the garment falls completely off my body, I look over my shoulder, witnessing something stir in Robert.

I let my arm fall limp, removing any more resistance that was keeping the bathrobe on my body. As it clumps behind my heels, I consider what Robert is now seeing. He’s seeing a young woman without any clothes on, her round butt in full view. Would it be tasteful, seeing someone imply that they were naked in this way? Turning around would fully expose myself.

The television turns off and I see the silhouette of my form on the blank screen. Then I see a larger shadow loom behind the pathetic version of a reflection. Curious, I ask, “What changed?”

“Couple things,” he starts. “First was seeing you wear my wife’s bathrobe and just sitting there. Second, was you removing the bathrobe while your back was turned to me.” Robert reaches over my shoulder and pulls the locks of hair draping it and pulls it over to the other shoulder, effectively exposing the first shoulder. I look over that very shoulder, catching his eyes and he leans in from behind. “I’ll indulge for your sake. Anything you’d like me to do?”