I Begin to Undress
I begin to undress. Trying to think of other things, other than sex, other than the beautiful woman standing in front of me, telling me to undress now. "I have to be able to asses your ability to hold a pose, and I suppose that you are comfortable enough naked, when I'm not. That you won't, well, chicken out on us, on the night.""Uh, sure, um, I just wasn't expecting to that's all.""Well then."I stood, sort of waiting for her to insist, or to produce a screen."Is there a screen?""Well, yes...