Our house has some oddities, designed in by Dad and me. For instance, Jenna and I share a bathroom, which separates our bedrooms; both rooms have pock...et doors, so all one has to do is to lock the opposing pocket door for privacy. It has no public access.One afternoon after school, I had basketball practice, a shirts-and-skins game. I was on the skins side; I'm fairly well-built, as I lift weights, and watch my diet. While we were practicing, I noticed Jenna had entered the gym and was watching. ‘Hey, mom, you guys here?’ she yelled from the bottom of the stairs. ‘Jenny?’ Marcia yelled down. ‘We’re up here.’ My box went upstairs, so I followed her there, too. ‘You’re early,’ Marcia said. ‘School ended at one,’ Jenny said, ‘so I got an early start.’ ‘Oh, well, I’m afraid you’re on your own for dinner then,’ Heather said. ‘We thought you were coming later so I only made reservations for two. And you know how crowded Portofino’s is.’ I was about to butt in to say that I thought that. She sat down at our table with a confidence far beyond her fifteen years and smiled at me,"Well?" Well what?" Is that better?" Is what better?" I've pulled my skirt up, took my bra off and my panties are in my purse" Cross your legs" My stocking tops will show" Yes" I grinned, "I know"She did as I asked and then smiled over my shoulder,"There's a man behind you looking at me" What can he see?" Just the top of one stocking" Not your cunt?"I thought she was about to choke as she coughed, but I'd. "Dave didn't know whether or not to believe it, but he had read that stripping a subject naked was a commonly used torture technique. The nakedness seemed to increase the feeling of vulnerability, peeling away a layer of the mental barrier. And the mere prospect of it was already affecting Dahlia. Her usual self-confidence had evaporated, and she seemed to be thinking it over rather thoroughly. So thoroughly, in fact, that Dave thought she would back down, and was almost disappointed. After.