I know perhaps it is because he has read my diaries, but what does he want? I don't mean at the moment, but he bought me my boobs, and he's helping me...live out my dreams, but again I don't know why he is. Do I just go with it, or do I stop this and ask him outright? I mean look at me all dressed up like a girl, and serving my uncle drinks and now a meal, like it was the most natural thing in the world. Where the hell is Kevin when you want him...or do I want him?! I dish up dinner and just. " I pathetically answered. "I've been working around the house all morning, I didn't even know you guys were out there."Jon ignored me and walked right up to untie my robe and slide it off my shoulders. He grabbed the water from me, drank the whole glass and set it down as I remained frozen in place dressed in panties, garters, and a flimsy little skirt that hid nothing and didn't even cover my thonged ass.Just then I heard my front door open behind me and looked over my shoulder to see the. I could feel pain, but it wasn't acute. It was my eyes that hurt the most. They were like two steel ball bearings, rolling around in the bottom of a tin can. Even the slightest movement of my head would set them off again.I tried to form a coherent thought. Where was I? What had happened to me? I was lying on a cool, firm surface, trying to concentrate. There was a cover over me. I could feel it. Was I dead? No, the cover stopped at my chest. My chest. I could feel the pain just below the. He'd sauntered out about thirty minutes before, happy as a clam -- but leaving Candace trying to figure out how and why she had allowed him such liberties -- AGAIN.Obviously, she wasn't going to be able to duck him; just as obviously, if she didn't play ball, he would follow through on his threats to humiliate her publicly. Either way, she was screwed; all she could do, apparently, was follow instructions -- which somehow rankled a lot more when he was out of sight than it did when he was.