We left Abgail yesterday with her short dress raised to the level of her underpants. So it seemed a good idea to let her finish pulling it off over her head. The bra does match the pants. She has a little navel ornamentation, and her stomach muscles ripple gently as she sits down, crosses her legs, and talks to me about nudity. Which is where, of course, we are heading.
Do you like the way a lock of her hair just falls across her eyes when she’s speaking? She says she feels comfortable with her body, and who can blame her? The time has come to finish uncovering her. Come back tomorrow.