She rifled through her mail with her usual enthusiasm. Which is to say, none in particular. Gala announcement,a professor’s birthday, invitation to some alumni banquet, a request for alumni donations. She chewed on a loose strand of hair, a bad habit when she was bored. Then, an unmarked envelope slid free from the rest, and her brow arched in confusion. Then curiousity.
“I do hope it isn’t a prank,” she murmured to herself, making a quick slicing motion with her fingertip only to have the envelope’s seal break as though with a letter opener. She tips it up sideways, and nothing slid out, so she raised it to eye level, and with a quick puff of air, blew it slightly open. There appeared to be a photograph.
She paled slightly, for the moment convinced that her nightmare of pictures of a certain drunken graduation night escapade was coming true and thoughts of blackmail were dancing behind her eyes. When the picture finally was free of its confines, her mouth dropped open and her jaw flopped like a fish gasping out of water.
It was that nice (yes, nice, let’s settle on nice) human fellow that had blushed and ducked out of her bath that time. Wait. Wasn’t she mad about him bursting into the room in the first place? Her brain was racing too fast to process. Not to mention her brain was distracted.
For it wasn’t just a simple ordinary picture of this young man, no, he was quite.. naked. And quite in shape. And quite muscular. She found herself fanning with said picture before she glanced at it again.
Maybe this one she -wouldn’t- share with Izzy.