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waste.
    Hopefully she would figure that out in
time.
    Strange thought, but it was all he
had.
     
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    Heather waited on the couch until the
pizza delivery fellow had left. Braden put the box on the boot
bench and locked and bolted the door. He snapped off the light over
the front door and then turned off the hall light. Taking the pizza
out into the kitchen, he found that Heather had put a red
tablecloth on for them and found a couple of his better plates.
There was a single white candle burning in a simple glass holder in
the centre of the table.
    Braden grinned at the sight. What was
on her mind? She was moving around out there. He heard the bathroom
door close.
    She had also discovered a few bottles
of lager in the back of the fridge. Open ones stood in front of
each plate. Braden put the pizza box on the counter. He pulled
paper towels off the roll and put them on the table.
    “ Why don’t you sit down,
honey, and I’ll take care of that.”
    Her musky scent washed into the
room.
    Turning, his heart flipped to see her
in a costume he’d been planning to surprise her with, but she must
have found it on the upper closet shelf while he was mucking about
with the furnace filter.
    She’d powdered much of her body and
face alabaster white. Her shoulders sparkled with tiny sequins. She
held a single red rose. Another surprise, he’d forgotten all about
them. She stood regarding him in confident authority. From her
other hand dangled the whip he’d picked up. He wasn’t going to hurt
her, just tease her a little. It looked like he was in deep
trouble. Braden grinned engagingly, holding her eyes for a
minute.
    She wore black rosary beads with a
dangling crucifix. She had tiny black cruciform earrings to
match.
    It was good to see she appreciated
them as her chin lifted in defiance…
    Around her neck was a wide black
leather collar, studded with short pointy rivets. She had similar
bands of studded leather around her wrists, and the tiniest pair of
cut-off black leather hot pants he had been able to find. They had
sharp studs along the hems of the legs and the waistline. Her
halter-top was thin, black and very sheer, the only decoration the
narrow seam of the edges itself. Her nipples poked at it from
inside. Slowly she spun in front of him so he could take in her
exposed back with spaghetti-thin straps, the long legs, the shorts
with a curve of creamy buttock coyly peeking out. She had on black
lipstick, and her fingernails and toenails were shiny jet black…the
shoes were a lucky find.
    He’d taken a chance with that. Her
long and languid toes stuck out the front, and her heels and the
sides of her feet were exposed by gaping cuts in the black leather.
In every other way they were a boot, ankle high but with a Swiss
cheese of holes cut in the material. There was black fringe beaded
around the tops of them.
    She tossed the whip aside. It landed
with a clatter in front of the fridge.
    “ Please?”
    “ Well…okay.”
    Braden sat down dutifully. He took a
sip of his beer as she picked up his plate and put three slices of
pizza on it. There was bacon, ham, cheese, mushrooms, green
peppers, onions, pepperoni, olives, all kinds of stuff on
it.
    “ Looks good.” She turned
and set his plate on the table.
    “ Yes. You do.”
    With a knowing smirk, she loaded up
her own plate.
    “ Garlic bread?”
    He nodded.
    “ As long as you’re having
some too.”
    Surprised, she looked up, and then
laughed. She gave him a couple pieces out of that box.
    “ Yes, I think I will.” She
took a couple of slices for herself.
    She bit her lip and gazed into his
face. He looked back objectively, blinking slowly. She sat down. He
stopped eating and looked at her some more, very quietly now. A bit
of red crept up her cheeks, visible even in the dim light of one
candle and the small quartz LED light over the sink.
    They ate for a while.
    As hungry as they were, there was a
lull in the conversation. She had three or four bites and