Angela had decided to leave work an hour early. Yes, Mother would look after the kids when they got back from the park, but Angela wanted a little time to herself to relax. She'd take a nice, soothing bubble bath, listening to classical music on her headphones. Then she'd feel ready to deal with Mrs. Hiller and the work she'd brought home. Or maybe she'd take the kids out to a movie, something fun like Ghostbusters. She'd been trying to spend time with both Sam and Jonathan, especially with school out, but it wasn't easy with her increased workload as company president. Yes, she could delegate, but there were still a lot of decisions she had to make.

Anyway, relaxation was the keyword. So she came home and went straight upstairs to her bathroom. She didn't even check to see if Mother or the kids were around. She'd surprise them after she'd bathed and changed.

She filled the tub and popped a tape into her Walkman. She undressed and then stepped into the lovely, warm water. She even put in some bubble bath, to treat herself a little more. She could feel the stress and the tension of a Monday slipping away.

She left the headphones on when she stood up and let the water drain out. Obviously she'd have to take them off before she got dressed, but she was almost at the end of the tape and she let it play out.

Just as the tape finished, the door opened and there stood Tony! What was he doing in Connecticut, in her house, in her bathroom? She quickly covered herself with the towel and shouted, "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Uh, I had a couple days off so I thought I'd drop in as a surprise. I mean, not in your bathroom! To the house!"

"GET OUT!"

He got out very quickly. She didn't know if she was more embarrassed or angry or confused. His explanation was no explanation. Even if he wanted to surprise everyone, why surprise her in the bathroom? He shouldn't even be upstairs when Sam wasn't home, and he certainly should not be in Angela's bathroom!

And he'd stood there staring at her, ogling her, seeing her flawed and vulnerable. He was only the third man (not counting doctors) to see her naked, and with Michael and Grant she had chosen to be seen like that. How could she ever face Tony again? And how could she rent to a pervert? What if he'd sneak over from the garage, just to spy on her?

When she was sure he wasn't lurking in the bedroom, she went in and put on her baggiest outfit, something that would hide her body as much as possible. She wanted to hide upstairs but she knew she couldn't. She had to confront Tony before the kids got home. Or Mother showed up.

When she got to the top of the stairs, she heard her mother asking Tony about his "big date"? He had a date? In Connecticut? Or was Mother teasing him about dating Angela? Well, that would never happen. She didn't even want to shake hands with Tony at this point.

When Tony asked Mother why Angela was home early, Angela couldn't help it. She shouted, "I happen to live here, unlike some people!"

"Oh, hello, Dear. Nice outfit."
"I suppose Tony's been telling you about the outfit he saw me in."
"No, was it another power suit?"
"You could say that," Angela heard Tony mumble.

"Oh, was it your birthday suit?" Mother didn't sound particularly shocked.

"I didn't see nothin'!"

"Oh, sure."

"I was lookin' at your headset."

"I'll just bet!"

"So Tony saw you naked, what's the big deal?"

"Well!" Mrs. Hiller had apparently come in through the back door. She was standing there looking stern, her arms full of bags of sponges she'd bought at 50% off.

"Are those bath sponges or kitchen sponges?" Mother asked. "Tony still needs his bath."
"Excuse me?" Angela said and Tony rubbed his face like he wished he weren't there.

"Bathing Mr. Micelli is definitely not in my job description!" Mrs. Hiller said indignantly and went into the kitchen.

"Great, now everyone knows," Tony said.

"Not the kids," Mother pointed out.

"Why don't I summon them home with the news?" Angela flung open the front door and yelled, "Samantha! Your father saw me naked! Jonathan! Tony saw me naked!"

As Angela said the last four words, a woman with shoulder-length dark hair came to the door and smiled. "Ah, you must be Mona's daughter."

"Mother, what is going on here?"

"Well, this is my Psychology professor, Cindy Morrell, and she's here to pick up Tony for their date."

She glared at Tony. "That's why you came back to Connecticut?"

"No, I came back to see the kids. And you. I mean, not you in your, um, let me close the front door."

As he did so, Professor Morell said, "Tony, I'm sorry I'm early. I can come back."
"No, it's fine."

"It's not fine with me!" Angela snapped. "Tony, what are you doing going on a date?"
"What, am I grounded because I saw you naked?"

"This is my home, not yours, yet. And what are you doing ogling me the night you're going out with her?"
"Oh, I don't mind," Professor Morrell said.

"I do!"Angela protested.

"I wasn't ogling. And anyway, you were covered in bubbles."
"Not when I was stepping out of the tub!"
"Oh, right, you were standing up. See how little I noticed?"

"That's kind of insulting," Mother observed.

"Mother!"

"No, she looked very, I mean if I'd been looking, she's probably very good-looking, but I wasn't."

Professor Morell looked at her watch. "Tony, we've got reservations."
"So have I," Angela said. "About this whole situation."

And then the kids came home.

"Dad, you're back!" Sam shouted.

"Tony!" Jonathan cried, sounding just as pleased.

Tony scooped both kids into his arms like they weighed nothing.

And the subject was dropped for now. Tony did keep his dinner date but he didn't stay out late. And Tony and Angela pretended nothing had happened in her bathroom, although Mother and Mrs. Hiller knew otherwise.