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outlets to cover, who'd arrange to donate the guest room's furniture. Shadows shrouded each detail as the days grew shorter.
    The bathmat missing from beneath her feet reminded her of how she slipped on that fateful day. Jason silently removed it after she tried to outrun the inevitable. They stifled the condo into a bleak claustrophobic tomb, and now she wanted to get away. Matt opened a door to escape.
    A forgotten sense of determination propelled Rose to rip the elastic band from her partially matted ponytail, and turn on the shower.

4

    TUESDAY

    "You're supposed to open that box now," the limousine driver said. The darkened, soundproof glass partition separating the driver and the rest of the limo interior slowly rolled up until it clicked at the roofline. The limo lurched forward, and she almost fell off the seat.
    Rose looked around and saw a small white box tied with a wide robin's egg blue ribbon on one of the seats lining the sides. She had to lean forward in order to grab it. The loose knot was easy to untie, and she discarded it quickly. Lifting off the box's top revealed a small white envelope nestled in thin tissue colored to match the ribbon.
    A plain white card read:
    PUT THIS ON NOW.
    WEAR IT UNTIL I SEE YOU.
    Rose pulled out a g-string made of a series of medium sized pearl-like beads and elasticized wide blue ribbon from the tissue paper. There weren't any metal adjustment sliders on the sides in order for someone to tighten the contraption. Instead, the tight elastic didn't give too much when she tried to stretch the fabric with both hands. It would barely fit around the top of her hips.
    "He has got to be kidding," she muttered to herself. Calculating at least six hours until she actually saw Matt, she rolled her eyes and put the stringed thing back into the box.
    Her mobile phone rang with its text message alert sound from inside her purse. Rose fumbled around in the bag until she found it.
    Matt: Put it on Rose
    Matt: I am serious
    He is fucking unreal , she thought. She typed back: Matt it's 6 hrs!
    No response.
    Fine , she thought. I can do this. Rose hiked up her ankle length rayon skirt to her waist, pulled off her panties, and shoved them into her carryon bag.
    Some of the pearls hung out of the top of the box as the limousine slowly cruised the residential streets, but Rose knew they would soon reach the highway. She had to get her seatbelt on quickly or risk sliding off the seat.
    Rose picked up the beaded ribbon thong from the box, leaned back, and put one foot through one of the openings. Then she forced herself to put the other one through. Bracing her feet against the limo's carpeted floor, she pulled the thick ribbon up her legs to scrape her thighs. Rose tugged some more and it finally rested on her hips. The beads pressed tightly on the outside of her slit.
    Not too bad. His measurements are only slightly off.
    After pulling her skirt back down over her knees, Rose sat upright on the seat, snatched the end of the seatbelt, and strapped herself in while silently reassuring herself that she could handle her predicament.
    Then the limo hit a pothole as it turned onto the highway entrance ramp.
    Rose bounced on the seat and the close-fitting string of pearls hit her clit, and the tight skin between her vagina and her anus. One bead rested on her anal opening itself. She grabbed the safety handle next to the door in order to prevent herself from slipping to the floor.
    Just don't move. Be still. It will only be a problem when I have to walk. Sitting will be fine.
    The limo jostled as it sped along the highway. The pearls rubbed her clit whenever she bounced on the seat. Her clit engorged, bringing it closer to the pearls itself. Sharply sucking in her breath, Rose exhaled through her teeth. Her grip tightened on the safety strap. The blood drained away from her knuckles and turned them several shades paler than her normal skin tone.
    I am going to be doing a lot of that. Might as well get it