.. two ... three. One more than yesterday. The quick-dry material, flimsier than the blouse she’d worn the day before, fell flat on her skin, clingi...g to her breast. I could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra again. No swimsuit? Darn. I guess I wouldn’t be seeing her in a bikini today. But I could see more of her breasts since the lapel lay farther to the side with the thinner material and the extra button undone. White flesh drew a line across both breasts in a narrow band close to the jut of her. No return varorettas. I had to walk." Well, let little Alicea fix you a drink." Jumping up (she was completely naked), she snatched a bottle of fizzy wine from my basket and popped it open, adding some crushed ice from the bag I had bought in the market. She went and sat on the sofa, facing me with her legs opened invitingly. "And did you get a mango?" Yup. It's at the bottom of the bag." Ripe?" I'd say it'll be finished if we don't have it for lunch."She rummaged in the bag and pulled out the. I mean, we've hardly left thehouse in the past month, so I was excited to go out. She said it would becasual, so we won't have to dress fancy or anything. Doesn't that soundlike fun?"I felt a wave of anxiety sweep over me. I had known Dan's aunt ever sincewe had married, and had met her son and daughter before. But with whatDani had put me through in the last month, I was nervous about the ideaof going to see them. I had gotten semi-comfortable wearing bras to work,but that was mostly because I. Then, hanging them beside her blouse, she stood silently for his inspection, knowing that he wanted to see her before he took her.There would be no Greg to save her now and no way out. This was the man who had taken her in the most horrible, unthinkable ways and made her like it. He had humiliated her beyond all recall by simply telling her what to do, and making her blindly follow his instructions without protest. She had even stood before him in her own kitchen, nude and masturbated herself.