Heather arrived about seven. Madison’s mother had already left to pick up her boyfriend. Madison gave her a quick kiss and hustled her upstairs to her bedroom. “Take off your clothes, Heather. I have something very special for you tonight.” She went to her closet and took out a sheer red baby doll nightie. It made Heather so nervous she had trouble getting out of her jeans and unhooking her bra. She forced herself to stand still while Madison dropped the nightie over her head and tied the silk straps tightly at her waist just below the swinging arcs of her breasts. The silk straps disappeared beneath the overhung expanse of her breasts. The neckline trim was a pretty swirl of stitchery and cut low to reveal the deep cleft between her breasts. The hem barely covered her s*x. The puffed and
