Chapter Twelve
Man Handling
“I only have ‘yes’ men around me. Who needs ‘no’ men?”
– Mae West
I washed my face, toweled my teeth, and ran a fast hairbrush through my hair. It was important to look good for my visitor, whoever he was. Probation officer? Who could that be? I hoped he wouldn’t mind my wearing a bathrobe. It was a white terry-cloth. Nothing to impress a man except the nightgown—a beautiful blue silk with a pink flyaway tie. Now that would make him sit up and notice. With a careful adjustment of my robe my nightie poked through the folds of my bathrobe, with my boobs a tantalizing sight. Sure, they were small, but with the right kind angle, I felt sure I could interest him. I grinned at the sight. With a breath of satisfaction, I left the bathroom and sat on the sofa, layin
