"If that's what you want, this is what I'll wear but let me show you your options."

Ann removed the dress carefully placing it on the bed and she took her bra off as well. As she stepped out of her heels I saw her notice that the glass I was holding was empty. "I'll get you a refill." Ann took the glass from me and went to the kitchen. I looked around her bedroom. There was a TV opposite her bed, a small chest with colored glass objects arrayed on it. The walls were covered with a green and yellow quilted fabric with a subtle floral pattern. Ann was back. She handed my drink and sat on the arm of the chair in which I was sitting. I was conscious of her proximity. The fragrance she was wearing was headier, more intense than what she had been wearing to the office. And her bare breasts were inches from my right hand. I noticed the silky, fine down which graced her arms. But I was frozen. I couldn't bring myself to do what in any other circumstance I am sure I would have: reach for Ann and draw her to me.

After a paralyzing moment, Ann stood and walked to her closet and pulled on a white sweater. She then wiggled into the velvet trousers. "If you wanted to show me off, I could wear this." The black pants functioned as a second skin. The sweater was a special item. It had a series of panels of a light material joined it seemed by a band of sheer stitching. Through these bands you could see her skin and the way her full breasts rested on her chest. "That is a bit much I think."

"O.K., maybe this is a good compromise." Ann stepped out of the pants took off her sweater and put on the gray suit. "I can wear the jacket over nothing, over a blouse or over a slip-and I can go with or without a bra. What do you think?"