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She’d deliberately worn her Bridget Jones underwear Knickers that caht up to under her bust and an old white bra her reat lift and support What it had was five hooks on the back and the ugliest white cups she’d ever seen If Derek got randy, then this is what he’d see – the passion-killer combo

“Isn’t the green dress a little sexy?” Marianne squinted at it

“It’s a lot sexy, but it’s the one he said he wanted me to wear I don’t want to upset him I have a lot on the line”

“So tell him it’s dirty”

“That’s lying, Marianne, shame on you”

“You are such a hter,” Marianne said with a roll of her eyes; then she picked up a half-full cup of cold coffee and threw it at the dress Davina gasped

“Now it’s the truth,” she said triumphantly

“You better hope that stain corateful and shocked at the same time “So what do I wear now?”

“How about jeans and a sweater?”

“Derek said I have the sexiest rear in jeans”

“What about that old pair of dungarees you keep for painting?”

“It’s dinner out, Mar,” Davina said patiently

“It’s blackmail”

“Yeah, well that too”

They stared into her closet