Well, it was a start.Well, it was a start. The dress he had gotten me was several layers of sheer white cotton, midi length with long sleeves and a high neckline, lots of buttons in front. But after I had put it on, he had taken it off again. "Just stand there," he said. He took a roll of white plastic cord out of a paper bag and knelt by my ankles. Finally I noticed we were doing more than getting me dressed. "What are you doing? I mean, if it pleases you, what ...?" "Just stand there," he repeated. I stood. He untied the straps of my new sandals. |