I wish I didn't have to.

Great. Not only did I have to strip naked for this jerk, but he was telling me to hurry up, too? I was being chastised like a child.

I reached behind my back and unclasped my bra. I slowly pulled the straps down from my arms. Instead of throwing my brassiere at him that time, though, I just let the garment fall down to the ground, revealing my small, perky breasts for him to look at as he pleased. I felt so defeated. I covered my chest with my arm and looked at him, expecting to see some kind of reaction, some sort of happiness or excitement, but instead, he just looked annoyed.

“Do you just throw your clothes on the floor at your house? You’re an adult. Fold up your clothes and put them here. Neatly,” he said.