Proverbial Woman, Chapter 2, Part 3

“Okay,” he whispered as he rose to his feet, and extended his hand out to me.

“Devin. What is your relationship with your mother like?” I asked, as he helped me up.

“My mother…priceless! Now her eyes, they speak in volumes when it comes to her level of compassion. There are times when I think I have a good sense of values. But then, every time I go around her, I have to reconsider my level of caring for others. Just seeing how she impact lives around her encourages me to want to do more.”
“That is wonderful that you feel that way,” I added.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way. Now C’mon, I need you over here on the table,” he gestured as he led me by the hand over toward his worktable. “Give me your robe and lie face down. Here is a towel. You can use it if you feel uncomfortable.”

Responding to his command, I slowly proceeded to disrobe. Taken by a passing glimpse of my reflection briefly appearing behind the swaying blinds before the glass doors. As I turned to place my robe on the sofa, in an unanticipated moment of vulnerability I found myself suddenly feeling exposed.

Still gazing in hope of once again catching glimpse of my reflection, I subtly found myself falling prey to what we women often times experience. Anxiously watching while expecting the blinds at any time to sway open and expose what is now a concern, I soon realize how ridiculous it all must look to him.

“Are you okay?” he asked, glancing over his shoulders.

“Yes. I think I am.” I answered, as I slowly turned my head, only to then glance back as I began to speak. “It must be the candles. Because when…” I hesitated. “When those blinds opened up my reflection in the glass appeared as if it was glowing. Timeless, like an old oil painting.”

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“It reminded me of what you just said. You know…the glow upon the roses. How they display the truth of time. I think that is what I just saw. At least that is what I thought it was.”

“No…” shaking his head in disagreement. “You’ve had it right when you first started.” he added as he turned around and removed the towel from the table, as I slowly moved in preparing to stretch out.

As a way assisting he delicately placed one of his hands at the small of my back, and the other at my side. Patiently waiting as I slowly worked my way into a prone position, once completely stretched out he proceeded to drape the towel over me.

Totally at ease as I gradually settled into a comfortable rest, as he proceeded to fan out the towel, in an unguarded moment of reflection a chill suddenly ran down my spine. Trembling as I felt the fleeting breeze sweep across my exposed backside, in that faint of moment I knew I was in for a treat. Especially when he momentarily paused and took another sip of my drink.

“Is it good?” I asked, recovering from a lingering shiver.

“Yes. Very good as a matter of fact,” he answered.

His relaxed approach immediately says how comfortable he is with himself and being around women.