.. she recognized his shoes.He was standing directly behind her now. She had pulled her hair forward over one shoulder, and now she imagined she could... feel his breath on her neck. The elevator stopped on another floor. Sylvia's tension rose as she wondered whether the elevator would empty more, allowing more space, or would fill, and push them closer together.She gasped slightly, almost inaudibly when she noticed a crowd of people waiting to get on, and only one getting off. Most of the crowd. "If I wanted to buy some underwear for myself, would I want a size 12or 14?" I asked.She looked confused. "We can't ... we don't have underwear for me, weonly sell women's clothing," she explained.I blushed. "That's okay, that's what I want."Realisation dawned and she looked at my waist. "Um, Oh, I guess 12 ...no 14 ... I don't actually know, I've never been asked that questionbefore." she replied.The other woman was looking at me with slight disapproval. I didn'twant to make things. He looked over at her, then hurried away without speaking, worried at the look on her face. Debbie sat up in her car, tears streaming down her face. It just wasn't fair, she was going to be in trouble because it was a woman officer instead of a man, never even thinking that it was her own fault for speeding. As she heard the crunch of the gravel, approaching her car, she smiled at the sudden thought...if this is that new officer, maybe she doesn't know about daddy's threat and I can bluff my. He stretched his eyesight to see as much of the room as possible, but still saw no one. ‘Was she dancing for anyone?’ he asked himself, ‘was she dancing for her own entertainment? Maybe she wanted a career as a stripper? She looked good enough, but in this big house with daddy’s money, surely there was no need. But then she might be rebelling.’ Pushing these thoughts from his mind, he watched her as she unhooked her bra,Katie had always had a complex with her body image. At school she had been.