I wore boxer shorts. Usually, I wore Jockeys, but, hey, this was my honeymoon. I was trying to show a little class, for a change.Alice came out. She s...ood in the bathroom doorway, the light behind her, giving me a real good look.I had expected something provocative -- diaphanous, back-lighted. All lacy and flimsy. Rip-off-able.But this wasn't see-through or flimsy. It was black and white, and made of heavy, pleated cotton cloth.Reminiscent of an old-style nun's habit!Oh, help me, Jesus!There. And she pushed me into a dressing room and told me to come back out in a sports bra and panties. She had already warned me to bring those, so I got undressed and came out.And great, she was going to use me as a dressmaker’s dummy. She told them her background, as well as mine in dance. “Now I already talked with Dr. Tran, the outfits we make have to not only look like the person who wears them wants, but they also have to be functional. Now you already saw the drawings I made of Dire Wolf, and. Still with that phony motherly smile on her face, she shook her head and insisted, “No, Bobby, it’s not wrong and there’s no reason why you have to stop.”“Ma’am, do you even know what I’m talking about?”She took my arm, urging me across the yard. “Walk with me, Bobby. Let’s talk about this thing.”I started to pull away, but she insisted. We walked through the tall grass around the side of the house toward an empty field. She didn’t say anything until we were in the field standing ankle-deep in. . you wouldn't even know her; that's a fact."Hanson wrinkled his brow and tried to remember. "You mean the little one? Hell, she was only nine or ten when I left to go to college. That couldn't make her more than..."Elsie nodded. "She's fifteen come next Saturday. 'Member how you used to give her piggyback rides all the way to the river and back? God, she just worshipped you."Hanson swallowed the rest of his beer and set the bottle on the table. "You me... you mean she's... around today?"Elsie.