"I look completely ridiculous," Eudora tugged at the dress that Caty had given her. It was too tight across her breasts, and much too long on her petite frame.
"Don't worry, it's just for a couple of hours, then you'll be back in your own clothes," Jericho said soothingly. But the dress was killing him too. The enticing cleavage being forced out the top nearly undid him. "Get in the truck, let's go."
It was a forty-minute drive into Rutberg. They called it a city, but really it wasn't much more than a town. "Where are you going?" Eudora asked, "The Walmart is down that way."
"We aren't going to Walmart."
"But you said we would get clothes?”
"Yes." Jericho had gotten the name of an upscale women's boutique from Caty. He pulled the truck into the small parking lot. Eudora was lo
