Samantha's face was as red as a cooked lobster, as if it was going to bleed.
She snapped the drawer shut.
Henderson looked at her back and asked, "What's wrong? Are the sizes wrong? I'm guessing..."
Samantha interrupted, "... No, you got them right."
She was so shy that she didn't want to talk to Henderson anymore. She quickly took a set of pajamas. After hesitating, she quickly took her bras out and placed them into the pile of clothes.
Henderson saw it was lavender-colored and said lazily, "Hey kid, I'd like to see you wear the pink one."
Samantha was wordless.
Samantha thought, if she was a teapot, there would be steam coming out from her head.
Perhaps she was too embarrased, she glared at Henderson and said, "Stop it!"
It was rare that Henderson didn't get
