I can’t find the original copy of this story so if I misquote myself I hope I forgive me…

Finally, the front door. She closed it behind her, loved the thunk as her bags hit the floor, to be untouched until morning. The eternity of this day, the weeks of construction were over and she was finally going to enjoy herself. Immediately stepping out of the sensible but still sexy black heels, she moved through the living room.
As her legs continued their way toward the stairs her arms went through her blah-blah white shirt eventually letting it fall off her shoulder, off her arms, away from her fingers to the carpet. With unwavering pace the swishy back skirt and slip underneath were cast aside, continuing the trail of clothing. It felt great to be down to just the gray cotton throng that had been washed too many times to still be black and the one bra that looked good under that stupid white shirt.
There was something wonderful about the sound of a twisting bathroom doorknob this day. She let the water run as she tossed away the last of clothes. Turning off the faucet as her toes touched water. “I love the feel of a new bathtub…and talking to myself.”

While snuggling herself down into the warm water she was now frightened by that same sound of a twisting doorknob. FUCK, instantly her trip through the house rushed back to her thoughts, I forgot to lock the front door behind me. The bathroom door opening…she breathed in hard in fear…and exhaled somewhat (but not entirely) relieved to see him. Without a word, his black cotton t-shirt joined her bra on the tile. As he drew closer to the tub, closer to her, every bodily flaw came rushing to her mind in graphic clarity. Naked, able to hide nothing, laying here defenseless, she thought.