Of course she would do it. The lives of her husband and daughter were at stake. She would do anything. There was no discussion. The Agreement was for ... week; how short it had sounded at the time. You could endure nearly anything for a week, she had thought. But now, being here, that week stretched out into an eternity ahead of her. She seemed to wait at the door forever, trembling and terrified in the cold twilight. When Adam finally opened the door, she was struck with a powerful combination. Once I was settled in and comfortable I did a few poses in the dress including a few more risqué ones, but nothing over the top, just a bit of cleavage and that sort of thing. When I had done the required number of photos, Adam asked if I wanted a coffee. I said I would love one and sat on the sofa to check my text messages while he put on the Dolce Gusto. He came through a few minutes later with two cups and gazed at me with a far away look in his eyes. “Can I ask you a question Danielle?”. I was really scared despite the fact that I was speaking firmly with him. “Tell you what, how about you stop bullshitting that you’re not a complete pussy and just shut the fuck up.” He yelled at me. Hearing him yell at me and the things he was saying just tore me up. I knew I was weak but I couldn’t help it. Fighting back tears, I spoke up again.“No, GET OUT!!!” I yelled at him. I was sincerely yelling now and I just wanted him to leave. I guess I really angered him and he threw his fist. Somethingnot too showy, she thought, but some pretty ones, which would simplyaccentuate her femininity.She selected a pair of small pearl clip-on earrings and admired herselfin the mirror then took a small, gold wristwatch and fastened the thinclasp to her wrist and checked the time."Well," she said to herself, "A girl can't sit around preening herselfall day when there's her men's house to look after." Susan blew herselfa kiss at her own reflection in the mirror then walked proudly from.