“Thank you.” Isadore turned at his deep voice then screamed and spun back around. “You’re naked!” “Is that bad? You…said you’d wash my clothes.” She blinked rapidly as her brain choked on the triple X image in her larger than life mind’s eye, with his enormous erection front and center, holy shit! “You… need to put a towel on!” “Ok.” A moment passed then, he announced, “Done.” sounding oh so casual. She nearly turned around. “Is it around your waist?” He chuckled a little. “Yes.” Now she turned with squinty eyes. At seeing he’d done properly, she allowed herself to look all the way and held out her hand. “Your clothes.” She realized he held the towel shut around his waist. “Uh. You need to… tuck your towel in itself to make it stay.” He looked down and opened the towel, making her gasp and spin around.
