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clothing choice, and how when she bent over, there was a large gap of skin between her halter-top and her shorts. He was probably staring at her lower back right now—she didn’t want to look up and catch him doing it.
    He seemed to notice the empty basket in front of the dryer. Suddenly, he reached and opened the dryer door. “Are these clean?” he asked.
    “Yes.” She offered no further information.
    “Cool. I’ll put this stuff in the basket, then.” He began pulling the clothes out.
    Kallie and Brad started to work beside one another. Brad’s body was positioned closer to hers than it needed to be, and she noticed that he would sometimes twist in such a way that his elbow or arm would make slight contact with hers.
    She moved a slight step to her left in order to gain space.
    “Huh. Look at this.” Brad straightened.
    Kallie looked and saw that he was holding a pair of her panties. They were black and a little sexier than she would have liked, given the circumstance.
    She felt her face flush, but said nothing.
    Brad was staring at her panties, holding them up to the light. “Victoria Secret?”
    “I don’t know,” she said, her voice barely getting above a whisper. She was mortified and getting more and more uncomfortable by the second.
    This was like a bad dream and she just wanted to wake up already.
    Brad tossed the panties into the laundry basket. “Let me tell you, Kallie. Most women would kill to have a body like yours. Trina’s been trying to get in that kind of shape, but since she had children…” he shook his head sadly. “She tries though, you know?”
    “I think she’s beautiful,” Kallie replied.
    Brad nodded. “Oh, yeah. She tries and she’s pretty hot for her age and considering she’s pumped out a couple of tots recently.”
    Pumped out a couple of tots?
    What was wrong with him? She wondered. And then she happened to catch a whiff of his breath and she thought she smelled the distinct scent of alcohol.
    He reached into the dryer and pulled out the rest of the clothes. He found yet another item that interested him—one of Kallie’s bathing suit bottoms. It was a yellow bikini bottom, and he held it up for inspection. “Man oh man, but I bet you get plenty of looks when you wear this to the beach. Am I right?”
    “I don’t know.” She almost told him to stop, that he was making her uncomfortable—but she couldn’t bring herself to say that. Maybe he was just trying to be nice and complimentary and didn’t know how badly it was coming off.
    “Kallie, you must have had tons of boyfriends in college. A girl like you, with a rocking body and beautiful face—tell me, did you date some football stud?”
    She shook her head. “No, I didn’t. I didn’t date much at all, actually.” She tried to smile—because she’d been trained to smile no matter what—and then started to move past him. “I should go upstairs and do a little more clean up.”
    “What about the wet stuff? Aren’t you going to put it in the dryer? And those clothes need folding, too,” he said, pointing at the things he’d placed in the basket. Her yellow bikini bottom was lying at the top of the heap, accusingly, as if she’d done something wrong in including it with the rest of the family’s clothes. As if she’d invited his looks and remarks with her choice of outfits.
    “I just remembered, there’s some stuff upstairs I should get to first.”
    “Kallie, why are you being like that?” he said, hurt. He was now officially blocking the doorway, and it was just the two of them in this small room.
    Suddenly, the metallic taste of fear was in her mouth and her whole body was tingling. “I’m not being anything, Brad. I just need to—“
    “I like when you say my name,” he smiled. His eyes bored into her insistently.
    “Please, I really should go.”
    “Hey,” he said, reaching out and touching her upper arm. “Relax, Kallie. Jeez, you’re being so weird and uptight right