I wanted her to look sexy. This had to change. I asked her why she was coming like this. She replied that her mom didn't allow her to go out of the ho...e without a burka. I need to be smart and manipulative, so I told her that her future husband wouldn't like that as it didn't look sexy enough.She started crying, and I moved near her, hugged her and said, "It's okay. Don't cry. You are the prettiest woman I know, but you need to be modern. Show more skin, Faisal will love that."She has a hard. For one thing, it was way too big for the room and dominated more than the corner it had been banished to. The remote was also on the coffee table, partially hidden by one of her magazines.She continued her sweeping survey. Seeing the familiar, but feeling like an intruder on a past life.And then, her hand flew to her mouth in an effort to stifle it before it escaped from her mouth, between her teeth to rattle around the room and bounce of the walls. Either her hand wasn't quick enough or the. ” “Steph, don’t be such a ….” Carrie started. “Wait a minute,” I said, stepping in before Carrie or Stephie said something they’d regret later. I put my hand on Stephie’s shoulder. “Steph, you and I can take a walk down the road while these guys do the beach. There’s a nice dry hiking trail that loops around the pond.” Stephie shrugged and looked intently at me. I looked back and gave her a small smile. “Yeah, I guess,” she said. That’s all it took for Carrie to bound off the dune and run after. But even more so now than at thattime, I wasn't worried. I had nothing to hide from her. Even if she sawsome of the bruising that was still healing between my legs, she knewthat I'd had surgery. It was public knowledge now that I'd had a blockageduring my period. She just didn't know the full extent.If she did notice anything amiss, she didn't say anything about it. I didcatch her glance down once I was down to my undies, but there wasn'tanything to see. I was healing well, and the little.