Chapter Three
Brian
“What do you want to do with this old dresser, Mrs. Andrews?”
“Let’s push it over here, back into that space we’ve cleared in the corner.”
She moves to assist me in this. Before she can though, I put my legs and shoulders into it and shove the bulky old thing where it’s indicated. Then I lift up the bottom of my t-shirt and blot my sweaty face with it. It’s hot up in the attic, and in more ways than one.
Beyond the expected thrilling intimacy of being alone and in continuous proximity with the object of my desire is her titillating manner and dress. Like me she wears only an old t-shirt and shorts, by far the most revealing outfit I’ve ever seen her in – not counting spying, of course. And though I wouldn’t have believed it if it wasn’t so obvious, she’s not weari
