Chapter Seven
Sandy was standing naked in front of an open dresser drawer when Mickey came back from the bathroom. She had the cotton nightgown in one hand and was digging around in the drawer for something else to wear. She didn’t do that very often, stand around naked where he could see her. Mickey thought she looked great.
“I really don’t have anything else,” she said. “I guess I could wear that black thing again, if you like.”
“Your skin will be just fine,” he said. “In fact, it is fine.”
“Nothing you haven’t seen before,” she said, closing the drawer.
“Yeah, but I don’t see it often enough,” he said, and peeled off his tee shirt. He was sunburned and his muscles ached with that pleasant feel of work well done. It made him feel strong and healthy, which he was. “Come on to bed,” h
