Chapter 93 Who Would You Wear That For?

• I stand in the dressing room in just my panties, holding up a sexy lace bra. It’s entirely see through, leaving nothing to the imagination. It wasn’t something I had selected for myself. Donna never held it up for me to nod or shake my head. Yet here it is, all the same, mixed among my piles and piles of potential clothes.
• Perhaps Neil selected it? No. I squash that thought right away. More likely Donna assumed I needed something and would be too embarrassed to ask for it.
• She’s probably right.