Chapter Eleven
Abby’s Day
The bathroom door opened and a slim nude with an agile, girlish figure emerged from a cloud of steam. Damp and pink from the shower, Abby padded across the carpeted bedroom, humming to herself, taking her time, in no particular hurry to get dressed. She rooted around in a dresser drawer till she found her silky burgundy panties. When her search for the matching brassiere proved fruitless, she simply gave up, willing to forgo that which, for the small-breasted girl, served no useful purpose in any case. To please Jonathan, she often went without a bra. He loved knowing that her breasts were free under her blouse, readily accessible to him whenever she was wearing one of the dresses he favored, the kind that opened down the front. He couldn’t keep his hands off he
