The little black cocktail dress, with its thin straps, daringly wide cleavage and its risky, slanted hem that ended only marginally below my bum on on... side, made my legs look far longer than they were. The matching high heeled sandals twinkled in the light and drew my look to my dark red toes. I hadn’t painted those in ages, either. I was glad that I had stopped on my way home and bought the invisible push-up bra that came pared with the thong. I had put my favorite necklace on, three strings. Stand like this when I was dressing, she said that HE wanted to make sure I was properly clothed." Wendy said her eyes were starting to drip tears as she said that."Why that sick . . ." Martha said quietly, but then schooled herself. "Please get dressed Wendy." She said gently as the nurse started handing Wendy her clothes.Martha sat down beside me then she spoke just loud enough for me to hear, "You know what that 'medicine' was don't you?" She asked me.I nodded and kept my answer just as. Phir thodi der baad so gaya.Subha utha, uth kar nahakar tayar ho gaya. Jab naha chuka tha to sali ni awaz di ki breakfast ready hai. Main dining room mein gaya aur chair khiskake baith gaya. Sali breakfast lekar ayi aur table pe rakh diya. Usko dekh kar dang reh gaya. Raat ko to pajame mein thi aur abhi itni subha subha choti skirt aur choti top. Maze ki baat ye thi ki usne aaj jo kapde pehne the wo jo meri biwi ke samne pehanthi thi usse bhi chote aur usse tight the. Top to itni tight thi ki. I clenched. My entire body shook. I tried to scream but my voice wasn’t working. All that escaped my mouth was a short, high-pitched squeak before my body relaxed again. But then she pulled her finger out. And just before it left me, I came. Again. “Don’t,” I wheezed between shallow, aimless breaths. “Stop.” “Yes ma’am,” she whispered, continuing to finger me. I’d never felt anything like it. But I felt everything. “Wanna taste?” she asked politely. “Yes, please,” I replied. I’d always.