A sudden quirk entered my brain. "I wish Ms. Von Hauser thought her clothes were back on."
She stopped where she was. Suddenly, she wasn't concerned about her appearance. Why should she? In her mind, she was completely clothed. She nodded at
me. "Joe."
"Hi, Ms. Von Hauser. Catching the bus?"
"Yes. And you?"
"Oh yes. Wouldn't miss the next bus for anything."
Man, it was so perfect! But then, how long could I stand to keep looking at the same naked body before it just grew tiresome? Hmmm...well, not for a while, at
least.
We rode the bus together. Ms. Von Hauser got a lot of looks, but I guess she figured she'd earned them by watching her figure.
It wasn't until after we got off the bus that I decided it was time for something new. We'd stopped near her office, so I followed behind her, slowly, watching her
ass, until we were one door away from the office.
"I wish Ms. Von Hauser knew she had no clothes on."
Immediately, she tried desperately to cover herself. In her mind, it must have been like some terrible recurring nightmare. She was now officially at her lowest ebb.
Time for someone to hand her a life preserver.