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    “ Somehow that doesn’t
surprise me.” Braden risked a quick pat on the back of Heather’s
hand, knowing how shy she was and realizing that what Heather felt
was of some importance to him.
    He hadn’t felt that way about anyone
or anything for a long time and it came as a kind of pleasant
surprise.
    Heather leaned over.
    “ Don’t ask me to model it
right now, please, lover?”
    “ I wouldn’t dream of
sharing that.”
    Heather pouted her pleasure, drawing
an odd look from a passer-by, just another loner looking for a
table in the open air café. She knocked it off, giving Braden a
sober look. Even after all this, she wasn’t used to strange men
looking at her.
    One thing at a time, one day at a
time, her look seemed to imply. Her downcast eyes darted back and
forth as he silently watched.
     
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    They had a rendezvous all planned
out.
    Heather timed it to the minute. First
the laying out of the outfit, and this took an inordinate amount of
time, but for the first time in her life, she had some real
choices, and the power to make them. She also kind of saw it in
romantic terms—it was the first time they were going out together,
and with her in real clothes. It was exciting, but scary as hell of
course.
    This time of year it got dark
early.
    She had a quick shower, shaved her
armpits over and over again, and used the Neet on her legs, and
then made the final decision on the attire.
    It all had to fit under her rather
loose, moss-green polyester slacks, a sports blouse and jacket.
Very professional looking. He would understand, or at least think
he did and be fooled. The red shoes would have to stay behind. It
was to be an ambush.
    Cracking the door an inch or two, she
monitored the hallway. There was no noise out there that she could
determine. Opening it up a foot or so, she stuck her head out and
peered in each direction. No one there and still that
silence.
    Grabbing her keys, clutching her
purse, Heather went down to the curb in front of the motor hotel to
make the seven o’clock rendezvous with her lover. There was no one
in the elevator, which would have been touch and go for the shy
Heather, as she was using just a touch of powder and blush, and had
found the guts to put on a pink lacquer on her nails, neatly
trimmed and rounded. She’d spritzed on some pretty-smelling stuff
with a familiar name. The suspense was killing her, but Braden had
been dropping hints all day.
    In an elevator, sheer scent would have
given her away, which was fine when it was just the two of them,
but made her paranoid at most other times.
    She didn’t even feel comfortable doing
that at home, as she was convinced the smell would give her away.
Gossip was terrible in a small community and her Mother Superior
was one of the worst snoops. The idea that she must know or assume
she masturbated was troubling with one like her. That one would
have no choice but to talk to her about it. Policy was clear on
certain matters.
    The sun was near the horizon and she
just sort of hung around, pretending to be enjoying herself or
waiting for a cab or something.
    As luck would have it, a cop car went
by in the traffic stream and caused an unpleasant jolt of some
erroneous guilt in her lower body. It was like the officer inside
turned his head and took a second look kind of thing.
    She wasn’t doing anything wrong.
Heather was just afraid of people finding out. That was the crux of
the problem, one that didn’t seem any easier to deal with now that
certain issues were clarified…
    “ Hey.”
    “ Oh.” Heather’s thoughts
cleared up and she nodded at her partner, feeling good about things
over-all. “Hi.”
    “ I’m starved, and I hope
you are too.” Braden chuckled and lightly touched Heather in the
ribs.
    “ I’ve been daydreaming of
one big wienerschnitzel, all heaping in wet, sloppy
sauerkraut.”
    Braden laughed out loud at that
one.
    “ Well, have I got a
surprise