FourteenRoberta picked up the offending garment with two fingers and threw it back into the corner. The novelty of the man's sudden disappearance had worn off soon enough. She had her own problems to deal with. One thing she knew for sure was that she had no plans to walk around mostly n***d.
She looked at the hated thing piled in a heap. It wasn't even clothes. It was nothing but straps and chains, and how was she even supposed to put it on? She squinted at it from her vantage point in the middle of the room. He'd held it up for her, but looking at it now, she couldn't tell the top from the bottom. Maybe a p**n star or a p********e would wear something with so much negative space—but not her.
It wasn't that she was a prude. She would wear lingerie—in private, with a lover. She would not
