"How was work?" Beryl called as I opened the door."OK," I said, closing the door behind me. Actually, my day hadn'tbeen very productive; I'd spent too much time thinking about Beryl."Sit down," Beryl said as she came out of the bedroom. "When was thelast time you went out to dinner?""It's been a long time," I said, looking at her. She wasn't wearingthe clothes she'd been wearing when I left her in the morning; instead,she wore a short white skirt, perhaps fingertip length, with a silvercamisole top. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and she wore arow of four rings in each ear."Like it?""I'm not sure," I said, staring. "You're awfully sexy lookingdressed like that." The colors set off her brown skin nicely, and thefabric of the camisole draped gently over her small breasts, hinting attheir shape instead of frankly revealing them the way my knit shirt had."Did I give you enough money to buy all that?""I spent a few of the dollars you gave me on fabric, then spent a bitof time |