Just the thought of being alone with Arnold makes you answer "Beach!" just a little too rapidly, and sincerely. You don't feel ready to face the world, let alone in a bikini. But, that sounds miles better than experiencing this new life more intimately and privately with Arnold.
Besides, if he keeps talking to your bust when there's folk around God knows what he'll be like when it's just you and him.
"Call if you need any help choosing." He offers with a leering smile and nod of his head.
You shudder at his description, "Feisty, are we?" It just makes alarm bells ring in your head. Deniable as a joke, but feels so much more predatory and slimy now.
"Us girls have to keep our secrets." you answer, hating the sound of your voice. You drive him from the room, thankfully he doesn't do more than feign resistance. You lack the strength to enforce your will.
Sliding the tiny bolt across the door, you realise how fragile your privacy is. The feeling of vulnerability remains, as you take off the flouncy night gown. You need to select something to wear to the beach. You're startled to find a stray tear trickling down your cheek, you hadn't realised how strongly you felt, or how threatened.
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