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said, “Be bad.  See how it feels.  You might like it.”
    That night after locking my bedroom door, I put on the lacy teddy and G-string. I modeled in front of my mirror, checking out my butt. The fabric was surprisingly soft on. I thought for sure it would be uncomfortable and scratchy, but it wasn’t.
    Black was a good color on me. My bronzed skin seemed to glow against the lace. And the way it was cut, made my boobs look fuller. I had to admit I looked damn fine in the getup. It made me feel pretty and sexy.
    After I was dressed, I sat on my bed and stared at my phone. I was sure he’d call soon. He wouldn’t have given me the gift if he hadn’t planned on using it sort of speak. But after an hour of checking my phone and staring up at the ceiling, I got up and went to the window.
    I opened my curtains a little and peered out at the dark street. Maybe he was waiting for me to show myself. Maybe he wanted me to take the initiative.  I couldn’t believe I was even thinking about all this, let alone doing it.
    Taking a deep breath, I pulled open the curtains all the way, turned on the lamp beside me on the desk and stood in front of the window.  Anyone who walked by would be able to see me.
    I stood there on display. My heart was hammering in my chest. My hands were sweaty. I couldn’t believe I was doing this. I slowly turned in a circle, so my mystery man could see the whole effect of the outfit. My bare butt was now flaunted for all to see.
    I turned back around, and that’s when I noticed Mr. Ramsey from down the block standing on the sidewalk in front of my house, his eyes wide, and his mouth open in shock. Even his little yappy Poodle had been struck dumb and quiet and he was looking up at me too.
    Mortified, I quickly yanked the curtains shut and jumped on my bed and covered my face with my hands.
    “Oh my God.”  I grabbed a pillow and hugged it to my chest.  “Oh my God.”
    I’d never be able to show my face at the community picnics ever again. Oh God, what if he mentioned something to my mom or Mark. He probably wouldn’t though, because he’d just make himself look like a perv for standing there and staring at me.
    I felt so stupid. What the hell was I doing? I was not behaving like a rational human being. I needed to forget about what I’d just done and go to bed.  I slid under the covers, and plumped the pillow up under my head.  But instead of going to sleep, I stared up at the ceiling and relived every single embarrassing moment of the past ten minutes.

Chapter Six
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    W hen the alarm on my phone went off, I rolled over and hit the snooze button.  I stretched, rubbed at my eyes, and then sat up. I did not sleep well at all.  I didn’t know how long I just lay there staring into the dark, but it was long enough my butt cheeks to go numb and I had to turn over.  I thought I finally fell asleep around two.
    I stretched again, rolling my head, and that’s when I noticed the single red rose on the edge of my bed.
    I got to my feet, and stared down at it. Underneath the stem was a note. It read Thank You , in big bold letters. My mystery man had been in my room. He had broken in and watched me sleep.
    Shivers rushed over my body and I had to wrap my arms around myself to try and calm myself. Fear definitely swirled in my belly, but God help me, so did excitement.
    “He was in your room?” Dahlia asked as the three girls walked toward the school.
    I nodded, too freaked out still to speak.
    “What did the note say?” Ivy asked. There was concern in her voice, and that made me even more freaked out. If Ivy was thinking this was wrong, then it most definitely was.
    “Thank you.”
    “Thank you for what?”
    I shrugged. “For wearing the lingerie probably.”
    “Oh my God, do you think he pulled back the covers and looked at you?”
    Dahlia said, “Obviously.”
    “Oh shit. What are you going to do?”
    “Yeah, it’s gone too far,” Dahlia added.
    “I