“Excuse me?” I lean back and he releases me. A wise choice. “I will need to anoint all of you. I cannot do that if you are wearing clothing.” I fold my arms, as if to press my shirt onto me. “Do you often ask ladies you hardly know for them to remove their clothes?” “I don’t ‘hardly know’ you.” Before I can object, he continues, more impatient, “Now, your shirt.”
