Chapter Three
Well, how do I look?” Kelly asked as she marched from her bedroom dressed in a tiny midriff T-shirt and cutoff jean shorts slung low at the waist to show her belly button. Tad sat on her sofa thumbing through an old Architectural Digest. Hearing the question, he tossed the magazine back on her coffee table and looked up.
He nodded. “Not bad. But you gotta ditch the bra.”
“No,” she replied, shaking her head.
He stood up and walked to her side, his hand feeling behind her back for the clasp of her bra. In spite of herself, she wiggled out of it when it was loose, drawing the straps through her sleeves and finally letting it drop to the couch.
“There, that’s better,” he said, looking at her breasts as they pushed against the fabric, her n*****s poking through.
“Yeah, sure,
