Painting stairs

On the Thursday, I was in bed in the nude. At 8am. HI got out of bed, I went down stairs. Made a drink. Went into the room. I don't know what came over me. But I dicided to paint the stair steps I the nude. I put my jogging bottoms on and a t-shirt. As I had to go and get a set of ladders.
I fetched the ladder indoors. As the way kept at the bottom of the garden. I got the paint and brushes ready.
I took my joggers and t-shirt, back off. So I was back in the nude.
I went upstairs to find a spare cover for the carpet, incase I spilt any paint.
I started painting at the bottom of the stairs as my mother-in-law was in the kitchen. She wasn't her dressing gown, so I knew she would be going upstairs to get changed.
I managed to get the bottom part of the stairs done as I noticed she was getting ready to go upstairs. Once she had gone upstairs.
I put the ledders up, so I cut the paint the ceiling.
I was up the ladders painting away. As I noticed my mother-in-law. Stood at the top of he takes with here phone. I didn't think of any at first. Then Al of a sudden I head a click. She was taking pictures of me up the ladders in the nude.
I carried on painting.
I got the ceiling done down the stairs, as she wanted to go back down stairs. So I took the ladders down. And put the in the kitchen.
I started painting the walls of the stairs as she dicided, to come past me
All I noticed was when I felt her clothes squeeze past my backside.
I carried on painting. I had finished on side of the stairs, as she fetched me a drink.
At this point I thought to myself. She must like me in the nude.
Most of the time we do not see eye to eye.
So I was shocked, when she asked me if I wanted hand.