"Already seen you there," he said cheerfully. "Now I'm going to see if the rest of you stacks up to my imagination. Somehow I think I'll find my imagination has been falling short of your perfection."

"I am not taking my tights off," I repeated.

"You don't have to. It will be my pleasure to do that for you."

"Andrew," I protested as his hands reached for my tights. I got there first and held onto them.

"Don't make such a fuss," he said. "I'm just going to peel them off you so I can see you. I'm not going to jump you, if that's what you're worried about."

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