“Mike, didn’t you say that the verse I read last night was part of the Messiah, just as the song that released me was?”“It is,” he replied. ...“Hang on a sec.” Pulling his phone out of his gym shorts pocket, he started scrolling through the music he had loaded onto it. “Ok, here we go,” he said as he found the selection.Walking over to the plugin for the speaker system, the joyous sounds of For Unto Us a Child is Born were soon reverberating through the house. Mike kept a close eye on Melody. You see, she is an ordinary woman. A good one, even. That’s the point ... Nothing [a recognizably bad person does] can surprise or shock me, or worry me. But she denounced Julia and sent her to her death because she resented her, and because Julia is a Jew.I thought in this simple contrast between the civilized and the barbaric, but I was wrong. It is the civilized who are the truly barbaric, and the [Nazi] Germans are merely the supreme expression of it.”― Iain Pears, The Dream of ScipioIt. She shifts back and forth with small, shy motions. My hands guide her to move with longer strokes, and she eventually catches on. She starts to put her abs and back into it. Her torso flexes beneath the yellow spandex of her shirt with each advance, and then her back arches slightly and her ass protrudes from her spine with each retreat. She looks at me the whole time, her face dawning with realization as her instincts begin to guide her. Her smile broadens, and girlish excitement flows into. "I'm really not sure about this," I muttered."You'll be fine," Elaine said. "Remember, your dad's bound to be wearinga bra, too." She rolled up the tights and stuffed them into the bra cups."Now for the cincher. You'll need to fasten this for yourself. Thesethings are meant to be really tight, so be prepared to struggle!"I wrapped the cincher around my middle and began to fasten the clasps."Good grief, Elaine!" I said. "You're not kidding about it being tight!"The garment certainly flattened.