“I’m not willing to bet what I can’t afford to lose.”“I’ll talk to him for you.” Bella wanted to ... do something. Now that the walls we...re down between them, the space between was filling up with years of unresolved emotions. Now wasn’t the time. They were both too raw.“Thank you,” Jack quietly. Then she was gone. The door opened letting in the blinding midday sun. Bella shielded her eyes and heard the door shut. Then she was alone in the dark.She flopped back onto the bed, her arms wide. “What. Tacoma?’ ‘No, I’d remember Tacoma. Anyway, which one?’ ‘Bifurcated, what does bifurcated mean anyway.’ ‘Jeans or slacks?’ ‘Jeans, and make sure the hips is at least 20 inches.’ She had thought she’d donated all her pants smaller than 20 inch waist, but her waist has expanded to about 20 inches and she was gunning for 21 or 22 then hold. ‘To answer your other question: unbifurcated means no division between the legs, think skirt/kilt.’ They spent a nice day out they saw three movies at the. Despite having digested her meal over night, the top was still stretched painfully thin across her breasts and stomach and she couldn’t find any purchase to remove it. Even breathing was becoming a problem as she grew panicked at her situation. But this gave her an idea. She grimaced at the thought, but it could work. She pulled the hem of her top down as far as she could, the material creaking and stretching in protest as it struggled in vain to cover her immense form. Once it was as far as it. His hands grasped her waist and maneuvered her until she was facing where he wanted her to be. He fastened her leash above her head and left her just standing there.It took her a bit, in her latex-black darkness, to realize that someone else was beside her. She couldn’t see this person; she sensed them ... Her.It was a her.If Cassandra listened hard enough, she could hear the other woman moaning, jingling her chains. She wondered who the other woman was.Cassandra’s thoughts were interrupted.