just one more thing

"Annabelle," said Dr. Jones, "it is very important you tell no one of our meetings or what goes on it. By law, this is all confidential. You cannot breathe a word of what I tell you or what you do here or what I tell you to do. Understand?"

"Yes, sir, I won't breathe a word of it!"

"Good, now it's Monday afternoon. Do you work?"

"I work Friday, Saturday, and Sunday as a barista. Each day from two to seven."

"And what's your class schedule."

"Nine to noon each day."

"Good, you will meet me here at 8:00 am every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Now, go home and study and don't leave your place. Oh, do you have a roommate?"

"No, my parents are paying for a small studio apartment right off campus. I live alone."

"Perfect. I'll see you on video chat tonight."

"Thanks, Dr. Jones."

"Yes, you do owe me a lot," said Dr. Jones. "These sessions are very, very important."

"Oh, I know!" Annabelle smiled and left.

Annabelle walked to her apartment. The first thing she did was go through her underwear and pull out all of her cotton panties and bras and stuff them in an extra backpack she had. She then studied, read, and watched TV until it was time for her video chat. She stripped naked and made a video call to the number Dr. Jones gave her.

"Hello, Annabelle, nice to see you again," said Dr. Jones. "How did your day go?"

"Uneventful," said Annabelle.

"Good, now I want you to do something for me."

"Anything," said Annabelle.