Not a single moment.Not a single moment. Except for once, briefly. Since he gave me my car keys (did I tell you that? He has since taken them away again. It's so hard to keep you consistently filled in on the relevant stuff), I wore my exercise leotards nearly everywhere, and I wore them that Saturday to the fabric store, except that he put that ...device... inside me again, held in with the chain under my shorts. He drove me to the store, and we went in together. I was so embarrassed by the way I looked that I wore sunglasses as a disguise. Stupid, I know, but I felt protected by them, somehow. I had to walk slowly, like an invalid, and it was almost impossible for me to concentrate on buying the elastic and stuff that I needed. I had to pretend I was dawdling along, looking at everything on display so that no-one would notice how slowly I had to walk. I stupidly asked the shop assistant to help me find what I needed, and she went dashing off to some far corner to find it. |