I don't say anything about her almost touch because, well, if I was going to start commenting on every weird thing that she does I'm going to be talking nonstop and she already thinks I talk too much. Not that what she thinks matters.

"I didn't say I wanted you to take it off," I replied, keeping my eyes on the clothes I'm sorting through because if I look at her, well, the shirt covers a lot but not everything.

I finally find a pair of cargo shorts and a plain t-shirt that will fit. Just to prove a point, not that I'm sure what it is, I strip down out of the costume and pull the clothes on. She's not the only one that can be comfortable with nudity.