CHAPTER TEN
‘Well, what do you think?’ Mae paraded Martha in front of Peter like a handbag she had handmade at school.
‘Doesn’t she look…hmmm…I was going to say divine, but that isn’t the look we are going for…she looks…irresistible.’
Martha blushed and felt far more exposed than she was comfortable with. Her make-up was heavy, her legs stained with tea bags, and a line drawn down the back to create the look of stockings. Her breasts were pushed together and lifted and had gone numb with the tightness of her underwear. Mae really had gone to town and excelled herself this time. Peter stared at Martha. He looked her up and down. He then returned to look at his paper and picked up his cup of tea. The room was silent. His slurp seemed loud. Martha felt as though she was breathing too loudl
