At first I was not sure if she was going to walk in one me so I turned away so my back was facing the shower door. Then I wondered if she could see me...in the mirror. I turned around and she was still standing outside the door holding the towel with a big smile on her face. I knew she could see me in the mirror and I was wondering if she was going to leave the towel and go or if she wanted to watch me. I soaped up my chest and looked over at the mirror and she was still watching me. She did not. I got a little braver when she finally answered back, and I shared how much I "really, really" missed Suzie. JS seemed like she was okay flirting, so after a shopping trip I made, I shared pictures of the "frivolous" lingerie I'd bought for Suzie's return. I explained that I loved sexy things, but that Suz was not really into ever wearing sexy stuff – she's more a practical "Granny panty" kinda gal. JS was very polite and said how nice a husband I was to do it anyway – but all the time I was. So he concentrated on thinking about his ballet lesson andwondered if his captors were subtle enough that his long denial wasdesigned to force him to dwell upon such things and aid in his owndegradation. He wasn't sure, but his experience of them made it quitepossible.Outside, it had been chilly as Miles had expected and he'd been forcedto wait for several minutes as Miss Victoria dealt with a call on herphone. He arranged Jilly on the garden bench, as though she weresurveying proceedings. It. “You never asked! She asked me to come get her, she was ready to move in?”Oh, shit, deeper and deeper – with every lie!“When do I get to meet her, David?” he questioned.“In a couple days, she’s still settling in?”“Where’s she sleeping?” Alex asked, with lechery in his voice.“In my ... bed, of course! Where else?” I replied.“So, David Anthony is a player, after all – do you at least have a picture of her?” he pursued.I started digging in my wallet, and pulled out a year-old picture of my sister.