"What are we doing?" I asked breathlessly as she set me down in a well lit room off the second-story hall.
"Trying to confuse the smell. It won't work for long, but it might help get you out." She shrugged out of her dress, and I gaped. Her breasts emerged with a slight lift and then settled in the air, nipples stiff, rosy, proud and ageless. As her neckline lowered further and further, I saw more of her taut body emerge; her alabaster abdomen, the soft but firm stomach, hips that rode like twin horses, and then her neat, short black triangle began to peak out.
"I... um..." I struggled to find the words, but her hands were abruptly pulling my shirt over my head. Her movements were smooth, refined; I was already topless before I realized what was happening. I quickly stripped my jeans off, but hesitated. "Even my..." I said, pointing down at myself.
She nodded and it all came off. We stood there, naked, facing each other. I didn't dare look away, for fear of missing whatever came next.
Esme handed me her dress and a pair of tights, and told me to put them on. I struggled to get my arms through the right holes and things only got worse when I got to the tights. She deftly pushed my hands away and rolled them up my legs, leaving me free to stand and shiver in pleasure. I then noticed that somehow she was already in my clothes. She pulled me back to the stairs, where Alice stood holding a small leather bag. They each grabbed one of my elbows and half-carried me as they flew down the stairs.
It appeared that everything had been settled downstairs in our absence. Fredward and Emmett were ready to leave, Emmett carrying a heavy-looking backpack over his shoulder ("weights," he said with a wink.) Carlisle was handing something small to Esme. He turned and handed Alice the same thing—it was a tiny silver telephone.
"Esme and Rosalie will be taking your truck, Bella," he told me as he passed.
"What if I want to drive it when I come back?"
"If you come back," Rosalie said.
"They aren't taking it forever, Bella. And Rosalie, please, that's not even funny." Rosalie glanced at Carbomb with a resentful expression and he continued. "Alice, Jasper—take the Mercedes Benz. You'll need the dark tint in the south."
They nodded as well.
"We're taking the Jeep."

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Chapter 19

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