Chapter Three
Boot Camp
The training Alain promised on their truncated honeymoon was an ongoing venture.
Most days, while he was at the police station, Meredith worked on her paintings in her studio. Her white overalls had become a mess of colors, permanently stained, like the purest reflection of her scattered soul. She rarely wore anything underneath them, no t-shirt, no underwear, never a bra, occasionally a pair of panties – but only during her time of the month. Alain didn’t even have to make this an order; she thought this one up on her own and he certainly didn’t mind. She made quite a sexy picture for him to gaze on when he came home from work – the disheveled Meri lost in a world of color and brush strokes and endless daydreams. Sometimes she’d come bounding out to meet him, on
