Thinking about wearing nothing but my cute little apron around the house while I do my chores. Feeling his eyes on me while I stretch my arms up and hop, barely able to reach the cobwebs on the ceiling even holding the broom at it's end. Cleaning away wondering when he'll finally give in to my temptations. Will it be when I get down on my hands and knees to scrub the floor? When I crawl up on the kitchen counter to put away the dishes in the higher cabinets? While I'm washing the windows???