"This bra is almost definitely yoursize, but if it isn't it must be this other one. Try one, then theother, in that order. I can finish getting the st...ore ready for openwithout you, but you should still change quickly, you are on the clockalready." With that she ran off to double time it to get the storeready without my help. I was rather grateful at that, knowing howtough it was to open on one's own, and also grateful she decided to goahead and clock me in for the day, contrary to standard. Sure it was gross, but at least it was private. Working inthis store was technically in public and people could very well walk inif they wanted to, only due to the kind of store it was no one reallywalked in here unless they had really planned to. Unlike other clothingstores this one didn't have random customers who were just browsingstores. No one looked at the storefront and thought they might find anice bargain dress in here, especially with the price tags. Only peoplewith ulterior motives. I walked off the stage carrying Melinda and set her gently in her seat.Then I took first one foot, then the other and put her shoes back on her(I didn't button herblouse). Standing erect, I bowed, took her hand and kissed the backof it, then returned to thestage. As I walked away, I could hear her talking to her friends."That wasn't fake. I was really chained up..."Back on the stage, I bowed to the audience and departed.This time there was real applause. Iusually got applause after my act, but. At the backdoor, she knocked hard and in a minute or so, after several hammerings, an upstairs window came open and her father yelled, "Who the hell is that?" Me, Daddy, I'm home," she answered.The window slammed down, and she stood and waited. Soon her sleepy-eyed father, wearing his old robe over his nakedness, unlocked the back door and hurried off toward his bed. "Talk tomorrow," he said over his shoulder.Vixen got in the paper, turned on the coffee maker, fried some bacon and then.