To present him with the animal that had clawed her would have been immensely satisfying, but, even dead, the animal looked to weigh as much as she did... and the task of skinning and cleaning a beast that size seemed daunting.She shrugged and turned away, deciding that, if she needed to, she could come back. If she did need to skin and clean the cat, it would have to be today; the meat would quickly begin to rot under the hot sun in this wilderness. With a sigh, she pressed her shoulders forward. When her mother introduced him, she felt his deep blue eyes piercing go right causing her to quiver and prayed to god neither of them noticed. She held out her hand and uttered the usual hello. When their fingers touched she felt a tingle go directly to her clit. Now how in the hell could that happen? After all he was just a preacher.Her mother turned to her and asked her if she would like a cup of coffee, she nodded yes and sat down. She wondered if he was the kind of preacher who could date,. “Joan,” the young woman said, extending her hand. “Joan Cooper.”“Joan?” Constance repeated, a momentary confusion on her face, “I thought your blouse said Mary.”“It does,” Joan laughed, “but the diner owner isn’t about to spend fifty cents to have the name redone every time he hires a new waitress.”“Constance Raymond,” she said, finding it funny that the waitress was working under an assumed name as well.For a fleeting moment, Constance thought she saw the same hesitation on Joan’s face that. Sheno longer wore the pastel colours of her smart business suit but insteadwas dressed in what appeared to be a black form-fitting corset. Thecorset leaving the nipples free and proud supported her breasts. Unlikethe other women I had seen her nipples were un-pierced. The areoles ofher breasts were pink and large. She turned and I was able to take inher full form. The corset necked down savagely at the waist giving her atrue hourglass figure. Her hair was now braided back into a tight bungiving.