I was surprised by my own boldness, and nearly chickened out when Mrs Regnault told me to enter. But I did, and there I stood. She looked at me approvingly, and asked:

"Are you coming to show me your naked body?

- Yes.

- Please undress."

Undressing in front of another person is awkward; you have to bend and so on. As I did not want to meet Mrs Regnault's eyes I turned away from her. I was nervous and almost shaking.

"My! What a nice young man!" she said as she saw my naked back. "Turn around!"

And so I did turn around, my hands in front of my genitals.

"Tut-tut, young man. When you saw me, I did not have my hand in front of my crotch."

While this was true, I could have retorted that there had been little to see except a triangular patch of grey hair, while I would have to show body parts that I had been instructed always to hide. I complied anyway.

"Well, what a nice young man indeed!"

It felt good to receive compliments.

"See? That was not the end of the world. You have seen me naked, I have seen you naked, it's not like a H-bomb had denotated."

She walked up to me. To my surprise, she tickled my scrotum.

"And then, I'm even touching you there and the world has not ended."

I could not move. I let Mrs Regnault gently tickle me, then she stopped.

"Turn around." I obeyed, somewhat relieved that she would stop this as I had felt my penis stiffening.

"See? I even touch your buttocks. Nothing bad's happening."

She had one hand on each of my buttocks. It felt good. My penis, which had started to harden during the tickling, was sticking out.

"Turn around again."

Oh dear. I obeyed. She heaved a little hum of approval.

"Seems like everything's in working order. See, there is nothing to be ashamed about. You are a fine young man."

We faced each other for a moment, her looking alternatively at my face and my penis.

"Here is what I thought. If what has happened interested you, and you would like to pursue it, you'll tell me after dinner tomorrow. I want to give you proper time for reflection. You can get dressed."

Dressing in front of another person is no less awkward than undressing, especially if one has a hard-on.