The curtains on the sliding back door were wide open as I pranced around in my skivvies fresh out of the shower. I was listening to the radio, singing along and trying to pick out what pants to wear ignorantly blissful that I had an audience. That is, until I spun around to see that—oh yeah!—today’s the day the gardener comes by. There he was in the backyard staring wide-eyed at my naked glory until I locked eyes and he darted his away as quickly as he could. The whole thing was so embarrassing that I canceled my monthly contract with the guy, even though it’s my fault I didn’t close the curtains.
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