Modest Is My Middle Name

It seems that sex is everywhere. Me, I'm scared of being seen in my underwear. I have a work husband, he looks after everything. From insurance to car maintenance. I reciprocate, home cooked meals, pick up his shirts from the cleaners. Ask me to parade around naked? No way.

He wants a peek, he's pantsed me in the kitchen, looked under my blouse. I took out the lightbulbs in the bedroom, get around with a small flashlight. Under the covers, not naked, he has permission. I lock the doors to the bathroom.

I hate mirrors. It's bad enough taking a shower, me, myself and I.