Chapter 9 - In Our Dream

Jennah looked in the mirror for the tenth time.  She’d chosen something she wouldn’t be ashamed of wearing when she met Dominic, but it was still revealing enough to distract any guards from thinking she was there for anything other than a conjugal visit with her husband.

The black skirt was short, but not too tight.  She wasn’t that out of character that she would wear something that would show off her little paunch, as she lovingly referred to the extra part of herself that had seemed to start growing around her middle in the last year.  She turned sideways and studied her profile, or mostly her stomach.  It didn’t appear to be the huge bulge her mind always told her was there even though she knew it wasn’t—mostly. 

Turning again, she bit her lip and wondered about the red blouse she was wearing.  Maybe it was showing a little too much cleavage.  She had more than enough of that to spare.  Running her hand under her arm, she