She smiled back at me, “Don’t worry my dear, you would have any man eating from your hand when you wear this. I think that a medium should work ni...ely for you. Here why don’t you try the corset on and we’ll see if it works for you?” I took the garment from her, surprised by how light it was, and how surprisingly soft the lacy material felt. In the dressing room I slipped out of the sweats and my old, ratty cotton bra and slid my way into the corset. I looked at myself in the mirror and was. However, he could touch the data.There were no secrets in the modern world. Anything that anyone entered into a computer was available for the taking. Some of the uses for that information were terrifying. The sad thing was the information was being used for exactly those purposes. The algorithms for processing that data were getting better. One day, people would lose all free will.“I didn’t know they did that.”“No one ever reads the End User License Agreement. No one ever notices just how much. . I decided that I might as well get the clothing overwith, so I take the flat box wrapped in pink paper. I unwrapped it,plastering on a smile as I hear the camera operate. I opened the box andsaw that it was a series of feminine-cut shirts. At a glance I couldtell they were colorful, probably sheer enough to show off my bra. Thefirst one I lifted out, a robin's-egg blue, had the word "single "emblazoned across the chest. Heaven knew what else was in there."Thaaanks, Mummy and. It had been New Years Eve when Brian proposed, producing the ring as the ball dropped like some kind of romantic comedy. Beth remembered her shock and joy. They'd been dating for only nine months, and had only just met the previous January. So much had changed, and she could scarcely believe that the wedding was in less than four months. Was it too fast? She often asked herself that question, but Brian loved her...and she loved him, too.... but....A few weeks after the engagement party, Brian.