Miniature Fictions

He watched me undress, with the intense interest of a man. You know, the way they look at something they are about to shoot. A rabbit, or a deer. He watched me untie my sneakers and peel down my knee socks. He watched me unzip my jeans and struggle a little getting them down over my hips. I felt like I should smile at him, but instead I turned so he was only part of the periphery. I hooked my thumbs into my panties and stepped out of them with a slight wobble to the left. I pulled both shirts over my head at once, and then there was just the bra left.

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