She may have nodded, but I couldn’t see it from where I was. Yes! Understood?”
She brought her gaze to meet mine in the mirror, and nodded, although her face betrayed her dismay. I finished the page, marked it, and stood up. “Yessss…I’ll let you pull my pants down.”
“Do you want me to?”
“Ohh…yes, I want you to pull my pants down.”
“Say ‘Please’.”
“Oh, oh god…Please pull my pants down!”
I reached behind her to unfasten and unzip her shorts, and slowly eased them down over her hips until the separation of her legs wouldn’t allow them to go any further. Then ironed. Then she crawled back to pick up the next item. It was worse than that—I did nothing. When I judged it was ready I told her, “There, it’s nice and wet. I took her by the shoulders, turned her around and had her stand in front of the mirror over my sink. She seemed totally absorbed in what she was doing, as if it were the most important job in the world. I feigned shock. “Thank you.”
I reached out and held her chin as I continued. I came around and crouched in front of her. But she simply nodded and said quietly, “Yes.”
“All right, get dressed.” I turned away and lay down again.
