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    When she hung up, I wondered why it would take her an hour to get here when her house is only 10 minutes away. I was nervous that she would take that time to primp so she could impress me.  But she would be beautiful wearing a burlap sack. She’s one of those women with a natural glow, no matter what.
     
    One hour later came a knock at the door. I was a nervous wreck. There was this odd tension in my soul. It was really strange and unexpected for someone who has always been straight to be suddenly nervous about having a female guest over.  Was she really going to wash my dishes or just try to engage me in persuasive conversation about developing a relationship? What have I gotten myself into? Shit.
     
    When I opened the door. She stuck out her hand to shake mine. She was already wearing blue rubber dish gloves!! “Good afternoon, Ma’am. I’m here to wash your dishes.” she cheerily played.  I looked at her and tried not to laugh, playing along and pointing her to the kitchen without saying a single word. She marched right over there and started right in on the dishes like she was a trained professional house cleaner. She was washing my dishes! Not knowing whether or not to make small talk, I decided to just ignore her. I watched her for a bit in amazement, then left the kitchen to get away from the awkwardness. But occasionally, I would sneak back and peek at her.
     
    Sure enough, there she was washing the dishes. She was very thorough. The whole mood was professional, but she was clearly enjoying it and very committed. She must be fucking crazy.
     
    But if I had been the type to like women, she certainly had the figure for it. Her yoga body was really appealing from the back. She never said a word or asked for anything.   When the dishes were spotless and she was putting the last one away, I walked up to her from behind and, for some reason that felt like it was outside of me, grabbed her chin and turned her face directly toward mine. And in a cold voice that also didn’t sound like myself, I told her, “Thank you for doing the dishes. Next, I need you to clean out the entire fridge.” 
     
    I guess I was sort of testing her to see what her limits were and if doing chores would grow old really fast. But she warmed and said, “I’d love to clean the fridge. I’ll do the best I can.”   Then I walked away, not really sure what the hell was going on there. But heck, she said she wanted to wash the dishes and that's exactly what she did. Then, jumping on to her next task, she started the fridge.
     
    I sat across the kitchen on a bar stool watching in amazement. She had no trouble making executive decisions about which stuff to throw away and which to keep. She pretended to ignore the fact that I was sitting right there in the kitchen watching her. She just did her business like I was invisible. I think she was somehow turned on by it all. I watched her for a full 38 minutes. This was so trippy. But it was affecting me too. It's insane, but I was starting to get a little turned on watching her bend up and down, cleaning the fridge in silence under my stare. And the more I watched, the more I found myself getting excited. Some strange woman was in my house doing chores and ignoring me.
     
    Finally, I couldn't take it and I had an idea… again, outside of my normal realm of personality.  In that same unemotional voice, I told her "That's enough of cleaning the fridge. Now wash your hands and come up stairs.” She shot me a look like "I will give you anything". I went upstairs to my bedroom and sat on my bed against a big pillow. A moment later, Regina entered.
     
    Some other person that I didn’t know was channeling my mind and body. This has never happened to me before! I told her to kneel on the floor at the foot of the bed. She quietly sat down in a kneeling position with her back perfectly straight, a testament to her yoga practice. She looked at me with deep eyes. But it