"Bravely go I forth to meet my fate." 'Your fate.'" She snorted. "I'll try to make it as painless as possible."He grinned at her, and they entered the...r home. The only light was in the kitchen, which Connie had switched on before they'd left. "Hmmmm. Looks like your fate hasn't arrived yet," she said, removing her coat. Jerry took hers and hung it next to his in the foyer closet. Connie was wearing her drop-dead jet-black Armani sheath, the one with the spaghetti straps across her shoulders. It. ’ I paused and d gathered my thoughts which had whooshed out of my head once he didn’t answer the first call. I was pretty nervous. ‘I was referred to you by my friend Cindy. Cindy Smith.’ ‘OK.’ Neutral. Non-committal. I realized he had to be professional which I guess meant not even acknowledging that he knew Cindy. But I knew he did. ‘Oh aaaah. So, Cindy said you could help me….maybe.’ ‘OK.’ Neutral again. Then he waited. I knew what he meant: get to the point. ‘I mean if you have time….or if. It laced up the back and she had cinchedit as tightly as it would go. She had tied a square knot in the lacesand then clipped off the excess. Already that thing felt like it wascutting her in two and she wished she had been a little less dedicatedto getting it closed. She felt like she could barely breathe but sheknew she would have been punished severely if the corset had not beenlaced fully closed. Over the pantyhose she had added red fishnetstockings on top of dark black, seamed. I was due to go out last night with Trisha, my new best friend from work, but she sent me an email crying off at the last minute. Her sister's got a new baby and she was due to go out for her first date night with her husband since giving birth. (Sounds like she needed a break from babyzilla. From what Trish has told me, the sprog screams for Britain because he's teething!)Anyway, in her email, Trish said the babysitter had let them down at the last minute, so she'd been asked, and being family.