Half-Dry

When she emerged, it was already very late, and she had yet to treat Joseph that day. Lucille got changed. Her hair was only half-dry when she made her way to Joseph's room with her tools in hand. Knock, knock, knock. She knocked on the door. There was a meow from behind the door, and the little cat began to claw at the door anxiously. A few seconds later, the door was opened from the inside. The little cat jumped into Lucille's arms and acted like a spoiled child. Meow, meow, meow. "Good boy." Lucille stroked the kitten's chin and then looked at Joseph. Calmly and directly, she ordered, "Take off your clothes." Joseph raised an eyebrow and started to undo the buttons on his shirt. When he saw Lucille's serious gaze as if she was supervising him, the corners of his lips curled into a faint smile. "Bobo, if you were to say that under different circumstances, that would be very daring of you." "Isn't that because of you, Mr. Joseph?" Lucille lashed out in annoyance. Joseph had a grin on