Madison Summers interviews Harold Jenkins (her view)

It was a sunny afternoon when I entered the retirement home. My notepad and pen were ready to write down the thoughts and concerns of the residents. When I entered the room, I saw Harold Jenkins, a grumpy old man, looking at me skeptically.

"Well, what good are these questions going to do?" he asked with a skeptical undertone. "Do you really think anything will change here?"

I smiled patiently and replied: "Mr. Jenkins, I understand your scepticism, but every opinion and every suggestion is important. We want to improve life here at the nursing home and we need your perspective."

Harold leaned back and stared at me. "Improve? I've heard that a lot. But what's really happened? Most of us here are forgotten and neglected."

I sensed the frustration in his voice and decided to proceed cautiously. "Mr. Jenkins, I can understand that you feel like that. But I assure you that we will take your concerns seriously and try to address them."

He snorted contemptuously. "Take it seriously? I've heard that before. But what's really going to change? I've had enough of empty promises."

I lowered my eyes to my notepad and thought about how I could allay his concerns. "Mr. Jenkins, I can't give you any guarantees, but I promise you that I will do my best. It's important that we take your experience and opinions into account so that we can make improvements."

"Good, then I'll give you my opinion. But I'm not expecting miracles."

I nodded with relief. "Thank you very much, Mr. Jenkins. Together we can bring about change."

From the start, I was prepared for his skepticism. But during the conversation, I found that Harold kept surprising me in a positive way.

"What do you think of activities that promote social interaction?" I asked, watching his reaction with interest.

Harold frowned at first and seemed to think for a moment. But then his expression cleared and he replied with surprising enthusiasm: "I think that would be great! There are so many lonely people here who long for company. A group where you can talk and spend time together would certainly make a lot of people happy."

I was amazed at his positive response. He was the first resident to really take me and my survey seriously.

When I asked him about his ideas for improving the meals, I expected a rather negative response. But Harold surprised me again.

"The food here is often tasteless," he began, "but I think if the kitchen got a little more creative, it could be a big improvement. Everyone likes something different and it would be nice if that was taken into account. Copying the menu every three weeks must bore even the chef."

Harold's next reply made my heart beat faster for a moment. His words echoed in my ears.

"You could be naked," he said with a mischievous grin.

My breath caught in my throat and I felt my cheeks redden slightly.

Nervousness flooded through my body. I had fallen into his trap.

I tried to keep my composure and cover up my uncertainty: "Mr. Jenkins, that's certainly an interesting idea, but I think we should concentrate on the practical aspects of the improvements."

Harold grinned even wider and winked at me. "Oh, come on, Madison. That would be a very practical improvement. And you've promissed to bring change."

I felt a chaos of emotions rise up inside me.

"Take as much time as you need," Harold urged me and I felt the sound of his words deep inside me. I could see the shine in his eyes as he triggered me to take the next step.

I took a deep breath to calm my nervousness and smiled at Harold. My hands trembled slightly as I touched the collar of my blouse with my fingertips and slowly began to undo the buttons. The first button popped open, revealing a hint of my skin underneath. Not that the blouse was really hiding anything, but from now on there was no turning back.

Harold's eyes followed every move I made, his gaze hungry and filled with a mixture of desire and dominance. As I unbuttoned my blouse, my fingers trembled with a mix of excitement and humiliation. Each button that came undone seemed to amplify the feeling of vulnerability that washed over me.

The fabric of my blouse slipped off my shoulders, exposing my bare skin to Harold's scrutinizing eyes. I felt a rush of embarrassment and shame, as if my every flaw and imperfection were on display for him to see. The room seemed to echo with the sound of my pounding heart, a constant reminder of my exposed state.

With deliberate slowness, I peeled off my black top, revealing my bare breasts adorned in the golden bra. The material clung tightly to my skin, accentuating the swell of my breasts and leaving nothing to the imagination. I could feel Harold's gaze burning into me, stripping away any remaining shreds of modesty or self-assurance.

My hands moved to the zipper of my skirt, my fingers trembling even more now. As I let the skirt fall to the floor, I couldn't help but feel a deep sense of humiliation wash over me. Standing there in only my golden bra and skimpy panties, I felt completely exposed and ****, like a toy to be played with at Harold's whim. At that point I had no idea that it wouldn't be over if he had seen my naked body.