Sitting by the fireplace, sipping a glass of wine waiting for him. She motioned him to come closer, then in a soft voice said, “Unbutton my blouse,”
Nervously, he did as she asked.
“Now take off my boots,”
He knelt down and pulled them off, one by one.
“Now my socks,”
He carefully removed them, placing them neatly beside the boots.
“Now my skirt,”
His hands trembled as he unbuttoned it, his eyes locked on hers,
“Now my bra,”
He hesitated, then carefully slipped it off, letting it fall to the floor.
The widow took another sip of wine, locked eyes with him and said,
“If you ever wear my clothes again, you’re fired!”
Nervously, he did as she asked.
“Now take off my boots,”
He knelt down and pulled them off, one by one.
“Now my socks,”
He carefully removed them, placing them neatly beside the boots.
“Now my skirt,”
His hands trembled as he unbuttoned it, his eyes locked on hers,
“Now my bra,”
He hesitated, then carefully slipped it off, letting it fall to the floor.
The widow took another sip of wine, locked eyes with him and said,
“If you ever wear my clothes again, you’re fired!”
