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“
O
-
okay
,
”
I
stutter
as
I
’
m
yanked
cruelly
out
of
my
erotic
daydream
.
I
climb
out
of
the
shower
and
grab
two
towels
.
I
put
my
hair
in
one
and
wrap
it
Carmen
Miranda
style
on
my
head
.
Hastily
,
I
dry
myself
,
ignoring
the
pleasurable
feel
of
the
towel
rubbing
against
my
oversensitized
skin
.
I
inspect
the
bag
of
jeans
.
Not
only
has
Taylor
brought
me
jeans
and
new
Converse
,
but
also
a
pale
blue
shirt
,
socks
,
and
underwear
.
Oh
my
.
A
clean
bra
and
panties
—
actually
,
to
describe
them
in
such
a
mundane
,
utilitarian
way
does
not
do
them
justice
.
They
are
exquisitely
designed
fancy
European
lingerie
.
All
pale
blue
lace
and
finery
.
Wow
.
I
am
in
awe
and
slightly
daunted
by
this
underwear
.
What
’
s
more
,
they
fit
perfectly
.
But
of
course
they
do
.
I
flush
to
think
of
Buzz
Cut
in
some
lingerie
store
buying
this
for
me
.
I
wonder
what
else
is
in
his
job
description
.
I
dress
quickly
.
The
rest
of
the
clothing
is
a
perfect
fit
.
I
brusquely
towel
-
dry
my
hair
and
try
desperately
to
bring
it
under
control
.
But
,
as
usual
,
it
refuses
to
cooperate
,
and
my
only
option
is
to
restrain
it
with
a
hair
tie
which
I
don
’
t
have
.
I
should
have
one
in
my
purse
,
wherever
it
is
.
I
take
a
deep
breath
.
Time
to
face
Mr
.
Confusing
.
I
’
m
relieved
to
find
the
bedroom
empty
.
I
hunt
quickly
for
my
purse
—
but
it
’
s
not
in
here
.
Taking
another
deep
breath
,
I
enter
the
living
area
of
the
suite
.
It
’
s
huge
.
There
’
s
an
opulent
,
plush
seating
area
,
all
overstuffed
couches
and
soft
cushions
,
an
elaborate
coffee
table
with
a
stack
of
large
glossy
books
,
a
study
area
with
the
latest
-
generation
iMac
,
and
an
enormous
plasma
screen
TV
on
the
wall
.
Christian
is
sitting
at
a
dining
table
on
the
other
side
of
the
room
reading
a
newspaper
.
It
’
s
the
size
of
a
tennis
court
or
something
,
not
that
I
play
tennis
,
though
I
have
watched
Kate
a
few
times
.
Kate
!
“
Crap
,
Kate
,
”
I
croak
.
Christian
peers
up
at
me
.
“
She
knows
you
’
re
here
and
still
alive
.
I
texted
Elliot
,
”
he
says
with
just
a
trace
of
humor
.
Oh
no
.
I
remember
her
fervent
dancing
of
the
night
before
.
All
her
patented
moves
used
with
maximum
effect
to
seduce
Christian
’
s
brother
,
no
less
!
What
’
s
she
going
to
think
about
me
being
here
?
I
’
ve
never
stayed
out
before
.
She
’
s
still
with
Elliot
.
She
’
s
only
done
this
twice
before
,
and
both
times
I
’
ve
had
to
endure
the
hideous
pink
PJs
for
a
week
from
the
fallout
.
She
’
s
going
to
think
I
’
ve
had
a
one
-
night
stand
,
too
.
Christian
stares
at
me
imperiously
.
He
’
s
wearing
a
white
linen
shirt
,
collar
and
cuffs
undone
.
