Best leave her as she is,” I hastily replied, suddenly nervous about this new information. It made the prospect of any more salacious verbal joustin..., or indeed, where it may lead, a bit too intense for comfort.“You know what, I think she should be down here and not hiding away. I’ll call her.”With that, Margot went to her purse on her table. I anxiously followed, trying to think of a way to maybe try talk her out of calling, but as I faltered, uttering an ineffective “ermm”, she was dialling a. Methodically, he folded and placed his clothing in a neat pile on her night table, as if each crease were as important as life itself. Even with her eyes closed she knew when he was finished and waiting for her. This nightly ritual had happened so many times, she knew without being told what he expected of her. It had been months since she’d defied him and balked at his requirements, but she wouldn’t forget the painful lesson he’d taught her about rebellion. Mutely, she forced the fingers in. The way it was crossed in front meant that one breast was held firmly in but the other one was only covered by one layer and if the strap wasnt tightened all the way it would fall open and leave a good bit of the other breast visible. According to the agreement I didnt wear any underwear either. The dinner was rather uneventful. Poul wanted me to sit so that the side of the top, which presented the best view of my breasts, was against the aisle where people walked past. I found it quite. ”“OK. I’ll get Charlie onto something else. We have some custom programming work that’s been waiting for a programmer to be freed up.”“And I’ll give Jamie a call,” Julia said. “You guys can get back to work.”“Yes, boss!” I chuckled, and went back to my office.October 27, 1987, Chicago, Illinois“Ready for the visit to the pediatrician?” Elyse asked, coming into my office.“Yep,” I said, getting up from my desk.I picked up Matthew from the blanket on the floor where he’d been sleeping, and after.