"I pause for a second, weighing the thought. Without my clothes, willwhat's left of my feminine illusion disappear. Then I notice two things:one, my t...nted skirt has destroyed any illusion I might have ever had.And two, the hunger in Sean's eyes show he wants me exactly as I am. Ismile and give him a little twirl. It would almost be cruel to keep thepoor boy waiting, but then again, aren't nice girls a little...boring? Isaunter over to my desk and bend over it as I scroll through Spotify.. Eventually as if she were reacting to the time inthe day she started to sob. I remember her trying to push me away; Ipulled her closer, her head resting on my shoulder. She just sobbed atsomething that I didn't understand at that moment.To be honest I felt a little happy about my situation at that moment.After all I still had my father, and I wasn't heavily pregnant when Istarted. I can't imagine awakening with this huge belly, my body tellingme about the life inside.Deana did have to deal with. "Aren't you forgetting something?" asked Mr. Leahy."Something?" echoed Miss Frost."You still have your slip on," pointed out Mr. Leahy."Oh," exclaimed Miss Frost. And she lifted her slip over her head and stood there miserably in brassiere, panties, and stockings."I think we need some help," said Mr. Leahy, and spoke into the intercom. "Miss Holliday, will you step in here, please?"Miss Holliday was all smirking attention as she spied the half-naked Miss Frost. "Yes, Chief?" she asked, never. Right after they had pulled out of Tacoma she had ordered a Manhattan. The choice of drink rather than the early hour had caught Steele’s ear. She had ordered several times more by the time they reached Portland.She had an oversized bag which she’d set on the floor by her chair. As the young man in the leather jacket walked down the aisle his foot hit the bag and sent it spiraling away from the chair. The woman spun around her eyes blazing.“You clumsy ass,” she shouted. “Look where you’re.