Moving carefully, cautiously, Jay took his clothes off. He placed them as carefully as he could on the floor, feeling more vunerable, exposed with each layer that went. Eventually, he stood dressed only in his undershirt, the band on his wrist and the scarf around his eyes. He put his hands behind him again, despite the ingrained urge he had to cover his gentitals with them. There was a blush high on his cheeks, and goosepimples raced up and down his flesh, even though the room was warm enough.