Logan's House, Part 3
She was dressed in a black hip-length robe and a purple satin chemise. Both were small on her, the effect being that—despite all the weight she’d lost in the past year—she seemed to be spilling out of the lingerie.
“Hisa bought some new things,” she said, crossing half the distance to the couch. “I asked if I could try them on.”
“That something you girls do often?” I asked.
She began to untie the belt if the robe and I watched her fingers. That seemed to be the most innocent place to stare, but the way they worked—pulling the knot out with just the faintest flick of her wrist—I… Well, I found myself adjusting myself, if you know what I mean. Thank God the couch was obscuring my crotch.
“What did you say?” I asked.
She laughed. “I didn’t say anything.”
“Sorry,” I said, as she removed the robe, let it slip to the cold, stone floor.
“What do you think?” she said as she rounded the couch.
To be continued…