It looks like every part of the outfit could be unbuckled to its components. My anonymity is guaranteed by a black-leather mask covering the upper par... of my face while leaving my long, curly auburn hair to flow down my back to my waist. My white, round shoulders are naked. Below them begins the criss-crossing of leather, keeping two black triangles over my proud, firm breasts. A shiny stud is glistening just where my nipples should be. The leather straps leave most of my back, flanks and flat. Happy," I mumbled. What had I been thinking? We were in a tight financial situation and could not risk her losing her job as branch manager. I hated to admit it, but she had been making more money than me for years now. "For fuck's sake, there will be people coming in here all day. I can't have you been seen in your god damn pajamas walking out. It's already past 10 a.m." She looked up out her door, smiled, and waved at a client. She looked down at me. "Just wait there a few minutes. I'll. “Sure I’m a Scorpio, I was born October 26th, 1991.”“Brenda is one of those astrology sign nuts,” Diane teased.“There is some truth to what the signs tell us about our relationships.” Brenda took out her cell phone. “Now Brad was born September 10th, also in 1991, and is a Virgo. I’m sure they should be a very good match.”She entered both Brad and Abby’s birth and signs into a website she used, sexualastrology.com. She started reading the results to herself and began an evil laugh.“Here’s what. The bathroom door stood open on her right, but even though she felt a slight urge to use the toilet, she stayed in the hallway. Of all the rooms around her, the bathroom was the one room that sent a foreboding chill through her. The darkness in there was particularly deep and frightening. She would wait until daylight before attempting to enter.A less threatening room was the one next to the bathroom, the small rear bedroom. Angelina entered, but there was not enough light to see anymore than a.