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and little shivers going all up and down her spine.
Braden looked down into her eyes and said nothing at all, taking
the time to enjoy the strong beat of Heather’s heart up against his
own chest and the shared warmth of two bodies up close.
     
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    As promised, Braden had done a little
shopping. Heather bit back tears and wondered how much all of this
had cost.
    Braden’s eyes gleamed from the side of
the other bed, more was the pity but the room had a pair of fairly
wide singles rather than one big double bed.
    Braden would need to get some sleep
sooner or later.
    “ I’d love to see you model
that for me.”
    Heather’s heartbeat elevated and she
nodded. There was a hint of a sniffle in her breathing. It was the
least she could do, and she was itching to see herself in those
gorgeous red shoes. She was under better emotional control if she
sort of kept busy.
    “ What would you like to
see first?”
    “ A smile would be
nice.”
    Heather bit her lip.
    “ It’s all so lovely. You
really shouldn’t have gone to all this trouble and
expense.”
    “ It’s a master’s duty to
look after his slave…why, I even feed them and everything.” Braden
rubbed his crotch ostentatiously.
    This elicited a faint smile from
Heather, who gathered up a few items that seemed to go together
well and bending low to kiss Braden on the forehead, headed for the
bathroom with its big vanity mirror and its row of frosted lights
along the top.
    With trembling fingers, Heather tore
open the thin plastic film and tried on the lacy red stockings.
Slender as her upper legs were, the movement of muscles under the
skin and their own gossamer weight were enough to keep pulling them
down so next she put on the thin black garter belt and fussed with
the clips until she was sure she had it right.
    Wearing the friendship ring Braden had
given her up north, and a pair of clip-on emerald-green crystal
earrings as she simply didn’t have the nerve for piercing, Heather
hesitated between two choices, but in the end a filmy, sheer black
teddy with the minimum of adornment rounded out the outfit.
Standing back and regarding herself in the mirror, she leaned in
close and applied the thin pink lip gloss. She tousled her hair
with her fingers. The sight was enough to make her straighten up
and think a bit. She had no known friends or relatives up where
Braden lived. She was a free person and could do what she liked.
She could go where she liked.
    All it took was guts.
    Such thoughts were premature, as she
snapped off the bathroom light and stepped out into the room, much
dimmer now with nothing but the bright blue glow of the TV and the
bedside lamp in between their beds was the only illumination. A
late-night comic was interviewing someone Heather had never seen
before. The sound was turned down.
    “ Well.” Braden sat up in
bed a bit.
    Without prompting, Heather bent and
put the shoes on. Carefully, standing tall and a bit loosely like a
supermodel, she walked across along the front wall of the unit,
studying herself in the big mirror and not incidentally enjoying
the look on Braden’s face as he stared at Heather’s behind. For
some reason that part, the way everything came together in angles
and planes and sinuous curves really set him off.
    Heather paused and looked back
provocatively over her right shoulder, left hand on her hip, the
clean line of her new haircut making her look cute and adorable in
Braden’s eyes. At least that was the idea. Her eyes were big dark
pools.
    Heather spun, a bit wobbly on her new
heels, and stood, back arched, bum sticking out, with a hand on her
inner thigh and the other arm hanging long and loose all
dramatically off to one side.
    “ Beautiful. Wonderful.”
Braden feigned a sustained golf clap as Heather stole another quick
glance at herself in the mirror.
    She really was a terrible narcissist
but as long as Braden was having fun that was okay.
    Dropping his feet over the side of the
bed, Braden came over and