-----------------------------Dinner went even better than Bart could have possibly asked for. Notonly was the food delicious, but there weren't too ma...y other peoplethere, so he and Millie were able to converse at their leisure. To hiscredit, Bart tried to talk about something other than weather-relatedtopics in an attempt to give Millie an opportunity to talk aboutherself. But it was quite clear that this made him feel veryuncomfortable, so Millie told him that it was alright for him to not. So we decided to get up even earlier in the day so that I can teach her some exercises. She comes for a walk in her nightie covering her entire body and we started yoga in the same dress. I asked her if she has any other comfortable dress, which she replied in negative as the other option were even worse. So I had a good opportunity for the first time touching her different parts of the body several times, but mostly over her nightie cover. Her aroma will arouse me, but I had to be content with. Come on. What are you waiting for? You know it’s what I am. I’m a whore. Make me your whore.”I tried to slip back into character, but seeing the evidence of how I’d already abused her took the steel out of my voice. “Get up.”She rolled her eyes at me and gave me her most annoying, sarcastic, “Like, what?”I growled, grabbed a handful of hair, and pulled. “Get the fuck up.”She yelped, scrambling to her feet. Before she could get her balance, I shoved her hard onto the bed, making her cry. "No, no, no," he whispers. His hairswishes from side to side. His fingers struggle to close in on the wigcap. The thin golden bracelet tinkles softly. His painted nails arereaching in under the hairpiece-"Daniel," I say as sweetly, and as firmly, as I can. "Look at me, comeon, look at me."He is distracted by my voice. He gazes across my nearly naked body, myown made-up face, my breasts, my bra, my panties. He knows he is in bedwith an amazing girl."I... I'm so sorry Claire," he begins. He runs.