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Why
hasn
’
t
he
given
me
back
my
panties
?
I
steal
into
the
bathroom
,
bewildered
by
my
lack
of
underwear
.
While
drying
myself
after
my
enjoyable
but
far
too
brief
shower
,
I
realize
he
’
s
done
this
on
purpose
.
He
wants
me
to
be
embarrassed
and
ask
for
my
panties
back
,
and
he
’
ll
either
say
yes
or
no
.
My
inner
goddess
grins
at
me
.
Hell
…
two
can
play
that
particular
game
.
Resolving
there
and
then
not
to
ask
him
for
them
and
not
give
him
that
satisfaction
,
I
shall
go
meet
his
parents
sans
culottes
.
Anastasia
Steele
!
my
subconscious
chides
me
,
but
I
don
’
t
want
to
listen
to
her
—
I
almost
hug
myself
with
glee
because
I
know
this
will
drive
him
crazy
.
Back
in
the
bedroom
,
I
put
on
my
bra
,
slip
into
my
dress
,
and
climb
into
my
shoes
.
I
remove
the
braid
and
hastily
brush
out
my
hair
,
then
glance
down
at
the
drink
he
’
s
left
.
It
’
s
pale
pink
.
What
’
s
this
?
Cranberry
and
sparkling
water
.
Hmm
…
it
tastes
delicious
and
quenches
my
thirst
.
Dashing
back
into
the
bathroom
,
I
check
myself
in
the
mirror
:
eyes
bright
,
cheeks
slightly
flushed
,
slightly
smug
look
because
of
my
panty
plan
,
and
I
head
downstairs
.
Fifteen
minutes
.
Not
bad
,
Ana
.
Christian
is
standing
by
the
panoramic
window
,
wearing
the
grey
flannel
pants
that
I
love
,
the
ones
that
hang
in
that
unbelievably
sexy
way
off
his
hips
,
and
,
of
course
,
a
white
linen
shirt
.
Doesn
’
t
he
have
any
other
colors
?
Frank
Sinatra
sings
softly
over
the
surround
-
sound
speakers
.
Christian
turns
and
smiles
as
I
enter
.
He
looks
at
me
expectantly
.
“
Hi
,
”
I
say
softly
,
and
my
sphinxlike
smile
meets
his
.
“
Hi
,
”
he
says
.
“
How
are
you
feeling
?
”
His
eyes
are
alight
with
amusement
.
“
Good
,
thanks
.
You
?
”
“
I
feel
mighty
fine
,
Miss
Steele
.
”
