Darla looked at Michael on the bed for a long moment. Her eyes were closed slightly, and her breath was coming more quickly than before. Michael shift...d on the bed, testing the strength of his bonds, and found himself held fast. Darla watched him with a smile. And then, suddenly, she turned and walked out of the room. "Hey! What IS this??" Michael shouted. "Is this what you wanted? Leave me here like this? C'mon!" "Just be patient, Michael," came her voice from another room. "I know that's not. "Jen sat in the chair. She was dressed in a dark skirt and matching jacket. Under the jacket she wore a silk blouse. She looked like a business woman who was shopping for new shoes after work. The store was empty except for Jen and the salesman.Jen slipped off her heels and placed her foot on the measuring scale. The young salesman measured her foot, and asked her to put her other foot on the scale. As Jen raised her foot, her toes brushed against the young man's hand. The contact was. “REO Speedwagon, Chicago, and Journey, I bet,” she said with a laugh.I nodded, “And ABBA. Especially ABBA.”“Ugh!” she grunted, with an expression of disgust. “Siouxsie and the Banshees play really cool experimental music. I got turned on to them by this kid from London who went to our school. I was a Freshman and he was a Senior, so it was like four years ago. He dressed sort of like I do now and everyone thought he was weird. I thought he was cool, so I got to talking to him. He’d been into. "It's good that the materialdoesn't wrinkle so easily." Then she added in a soft voice, "I wish Icould still wear it."Then she again looked into the box. "Oh yes, here are the undergarmentsthat belong to it." With that she pulled out the black piece with thestraps. "I wonder if the corselet will fit you?"I knew that it fit, even if it was very tight. But I just shrugged myshoulders.She pressed it into my hands. "Here, try it on. And also the matchingpanties."I went to my room with the two.