“Okay. I am going to love it. But I had better go get the bedroom ready. I’ll drop this corset back in the morning on my way to the hall. Tell you everything then.”
“I’ll be waiting!”
“Thanks. Bye.” I mutter as I blow an air kiss to her cheek, turning to stroll out of the door as she holds it ajar. Tara waves as I slide into the driver seat, pulling the front door closed as my engine roars to life. Fingers crossed that the police don’t find a reason to pull me over on the way home, dressed like this!
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Closing the door behind me in my own little unit, I’m restored by the homely feelings I get at seeing my modest and comfortable surroundings. The sewing machine that Chris gave me sits to one side, now redundant for almost a week, since it capably helped me to generate the entire colle
