She adjusted the back, whichmade me flinch and her giggle. She pulled it tight and zipped again. Itwas tight in the waist. She pushed my hair aside, p...lled one more time andthe dress sealed around me like nothing I'd ever worn. Neck to waist wassecure. Sure, the boobs stuck out but the dress was obviously cut forthat. They looked even bigger than before but they were covered andsecure. I turned side to side to be sure. In profile I had a very nicerack."Dad's going to love you in this," Rachael. “Assumed, I guess.” Hannah shrugged.“We are not his sluts.” Connie explained. “Right, Renée?”“I’m a one-man girl.” Renée announced. The room erupted. All the girls were talking at once. I only parsed Renée’s words. Pat was screechy but somehow quiet. Xiomara was shut down a couple of times. Connie increased in smugness.I was stuck, by the kitchen cabinets, in an embrace with my pants around my ankles. I was erect and she pressed me between our bellies. She was climbing me again. I hugged her. You are aboutto experience a life that is going to be full of restrictions androadblocks. Regardless of what you think you will be judged by yourlooks, what you wear, and the size of your bosom, rather than yourintelligence. The sooner you accept that the easier your life willbecome.Steve didn't want to get into a fight so he changed the subject, "Bethhow much of the $10,000 is left?"Beth made a major production of looking in her purse. She withdrew ahandful of bills and fanned them out on. “Oh my God you’re not Mark are you!” she said. Still there was silence as a she felt hand on her midriff. It definitely wasn’t Mark. This man had larger hands; rougher hands; and they were on her body. “Oh my God!” she cried out. Suddenly she knew that this was real. Mark had actually done it. “Where’s Mark?” she called out. The man still remained silent. She wanted Mark there. She wanted her husband there. She didn’t want a stranger there. “Please say something,” she pleaded as she pulled on.