I stood by the window in the room, watching him keenly
First, he removed my top. I kept quiet, waiting to see what he would do next
Next, he removed my bra. I was surprised at what he was doing without my consent, but I still maintained my composure and silence.
Then, he reached for my skirt and removed it with ease. At this point, I was furious at him and wanted to react, but quickly found my calm and controlled my anger.
I stood glued to the same spot in the room, waiting to see if you would go the full hog.
Now emboldened by my long silence and inaction, he quickly reached for my pants and carefully removed them with confidence.
Hmmm, he had gone too far this time. I couldn’t take it anymore
That was when I shouted.
Charles! Is that space not enough for you to hang your clothes??? Must you remove all my clothes from the *DRYING LINE???………………
