Taking hold of the zip between thumb and forefinger, she slowly, tenderly slid it down. “You’re lucky. XXNX It wouldn’t look so brazen.”
Iona did not answer. Naked, she lifted the dress again. Iona slowly awakened, she felt raw all over. Incapable of stopping herself, Iona reached out a hand and brushed the bits of wood and dirt off the material. Have no fear of that. She smoothed non-existent creases out over her flat stomach and headed for the door. She looked to the alarm clock and gently groaned. Movement caught her eye. With nervous and excited fingers she tied the ends of the four ties to their opposite partners. The figure that left the confines of the house was small, almost frail, a girl, and young by her size. Movement caught her eye. Have no fear of that.
