‘Much whip,’ her charge agreed. The in mischief: ‘Much bad girl.’ Her servant viewed her with a new respect. The raiment provided for her fest...ive evening made her blush. Dorinda had known clothes and she had known nudity. Latterly nakedness had been her constant lot. But this was neither. Admiring it in the mirror she knew she would prefer good honest bare skin. These gossamer wisps of transparencies made her many times naked, many times wanton. They hid nothing. She could see herself through. One of the reporters waved at him and motioned him over. Pat stepped out of the crowd and approached her. "How about a quick interview?"Why not? Pat said to himself. He was totally in the clear. Maybe his wife, parents and co-workers would see him on TV. They had to be wondering about him. His cell phone was back in his hotel room, undoubtedly crushed under tons of steel and concrete, as unrecognizable as the clothing and computer that he had worried so much about."Okay," Pat said to the. . and, of course, there was none."Renee, dear, I'm home," he called, still in the hall.Shit. Shit shit shit!"I'm home and I am stressed."The bed. Of course the bed. It's dark under there, he might not see me-Renee scrambled to the floor, wincing as she landed.-don't be a fool, part of her objected, but the panic didn't hear it--Yes. Maybe he- he'll be too tired to force you out-She crouched down and began to crawl.-and he'll get pissed and just command you, dumbass-The door opened with a. " Are you trying to turn me into a sissy? But no problem 'cause I'llwin."I lost. The Marvels were thrashed. "Bet starts tomorrow. You pick apair of mine tomorrow and I visit the shops during my lunch break."Oh lord what had I done "Double or nothing?" I wasn't sure what we couldbet on but left it hanging."Oh now you are risking everything. What were you thinking? A dress,wig, heels?" Maybe not!"Victoria gave me a choice from anything in her drawer the next morning.I picked a pair of black.