"We made a mess of Nikki, babe! I'm going to finish dinner." She pulled on the clothes she'd strewn around the house.I joined her, walking up behind h...r as she stood at the stove. I put my hands on her shoulders and kissed the back of her head. She turned, her hair bouncing, spoon in hand. She smiled. "You know, it'll be even better around here since we won't have to tiptoe around each other." Huh?" You know," she smiled, "Makin' sure you're properly clothed around me an' me around you. Stayin'. Mr Harris had purchased an illusion, and I was happy to fulfil it.The show itself passed fairly quickly, a rapid succession of models in outfits ranging from the humdrum to the bizarre, depending on the designer. Miss Harris turned out to be a designer of very slinky, sexy lingerie, and this was certainly the best part of the show for me, and I suspect for a lot of the others. Whatever the merits or demerits of her clothes, it was such fun to watch slim, leggy models strutting up and down. I almost dropped the basket of clothes! I couldn't believe it. I hurried to the garage, got the laundry started and then sat there, wondering, looking back down the walkway along side of the building. Dying to hear that sound again.After a moment I decided to walk back by at a slower stroll. When I got to Linda's bedroom windows I could still hear the moans. So I stopped. The bottom of the windows were just above eye level so I tip-toed to peer inside. I could hardly believe what I saw. Through. She managed, but not very gracefully. She nearly fell on her ass while pulling her feet out of the jeans and then pushing them aside with her foot.She was standing before us now in a modest bra and panty. Tears were streaming down her cheeks. I was crying, too. I didn't even realize it at first! I looked at that poor girl and was reminded not just of me but of Kenzie. She's three years older than Kenzie. But she's a small girl, slender with small breasts. She doesn't actually look any older.