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Story Time: Construction Workers Saw Me Dancing Naked In My Kitchen
I opened the front door to be welcomed into my space. Everything was exactly where I left it: the round, glass dining table was situated in the corner. The leather sofa was the centerpiece of my living room. Sheer blue curtains provided a slight glimmer of sunlight. I was happy to be home after a long day at work.
Ahh, the joys of living alone.
I walked down the hallway and passed my spare bedroom. The door was wide open, as the large window in the room provides ample sunlight into my kitchen, which has no windows. As I passed the bathroom and stepped into my bedroom I began to peel off my work clothes and the exhausting day that I experienced in those garments.
My skirt and silk blouse were flung into the laundry basket near my walk-in closet. I still had my boots on. I carefully stepped out of my footwear and placed them on the top shelf. I stood next to my bed in my white ankle socks, thinking about what I should prepare for dinner. Both hands were planted on my bare hips as I decided on pasta alla vodka.
I took off my socks and left them on the floor. Completely naked, I made my way to the kitchen to put some water to boil.
Maybe I was just too happy to be home. Or perhaps I was excited to eat after a long day. Either way, a…
