She answered the door naked.
The first time I thought it was an invitation. She slapped me and made a complaint to the sorting office.
The second time I turned my back, holding out the parcel behind me. She laughed.
The third time I had to deliver a parcel I braced myself for the sight. Wobbly belly and veined legs, pale and hairy, pendulous breasts, and a couple of chins. She smiled, took the parcel and closed the door.
She was completely unconcerned by the impression she made on me; how is that possible?
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