“I do. It looks authentic, and I have an image to uphold.” He sat on the bed next to me to remove the pantyhose. “I will say that in the summer time, it’s not always comfortable. But that’s what miniskirts are for.”
I laughed and fell back on the bed. “You’re shameless.”
“Yes, I am. I thought you knew this about me by now. How many years did I brazenly throw myself at you?” he asked as he got up and went into the bathroom to remove his makeup and wig.
“Yes, well…I’m slow, okay? Give me a break.”
Minutes later, Lucille had become Lucius once more and lay next to me in bed, gloriously nude. “I feel exposed compared to you. Why aren’t you naked yet?” he asked as he ran a hand down my T-shirt-clad chest.
“My body is not what it used to be. I truly don’t know what you see in me sometimes. It can be a bit overwhelming to be desired so…wholeheartedly by you.”