Meet her in the Living Room

You set your things down, plug in your charger and make yourself at home. Once that’s all done you head downstairs and see Lauren sitting on the couch, feet kicked up on an ottoman, her towel wrapped up in her hair, no longer covering her body.

Stunned, you stop in your place and stare for a moment. She’s got some wrinkles, there’s a little sag in some places, but her body is like a fine wine. Old but still almost perfect. “What? Never seen a naked lady before?” You snap out of it, “No I have. I’m just… surprised.”

She reaches up and starts massaging her hair in the towel, “Well I certainly hope this doesn’t make you uncomfortable. Because this is my house, and I’ll be wearing as little as I want. I spent 40 years in itchy blouses and tight heels so I would be able to sit around my house naked and rich.”

Lauren puts her arms down, “Now, your first assignment, clean up the living room.” You look around, it’s pretty well maintained. “There’s a duster and a mop in the closet behind you. Get to it, sweetie.”