To my surprise she said ok to that. She went to her almirah and I saw see took out a bra and wrapped that in her blouse. I understood that she must be...not wearing any bra and she must wear a bra before trying the blouse.My plan was working now, she looked at me and said “You wait here and let me try this.” My heart started to beat faster and faster now. She went in the bathroom and locked the door. I knew there was a hole on the door and I was waiting for this moment now. I jumped from my place. But he looked a bit startled at seeing what I had underneath my skirt and just a glimpse of desire until he caught my eye and did have the decency to look contrite at getting caught oogling me. I felt a bit self conscious when I sat in my seat, which was right next to his. I got my seat belt on and stretched my legs a bit. It felt good to sit down, finally. I grabbed a magazine to read to relax, but I kept feeling the gaze of my seatmate. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him checking. She did not very much care what he did anyway; they had both been divorced emotionally for years now, but it was unusual for him to go out on a Saturday night. She considered why they did not just make it official by getting a divorce, but she realized that neither of them wanted to face their families after the fuss they had made about getting married so young. Not a very good reason to stay married, she knew, but Greg had a good job and at least she could spend his money whenever she. ”“You mean you’re married?”“In a way, yes.”“What do you mean ‘in a way?’”“I’m married to God.”“Come again?”“I’m married to the church.”“Oh. Like a nun?”“Sort of. I’m a nun’s apprentice, meaning that I plan to be a nun.” They climbed into the car, and Amanda started the engine.“Y’know, I never pegged you out to be a nun before.”“Well, now you know.”She plugged in the Christian revival tape for effect. Claude sighed and then turned down the volume to conversational level.“I take it you don’t like.