#Chapter 111: Where Is She

“Now, Cynthia. Take off your top.” Fear strangled me in its grip. I really, really did not want to do that. So I froze, deer in headlights, and couldn’t move. This only seemed to make Coach irate. “Cynthia. Do you want these pictures to turn out or don’t you?” I couldn’t speak. I shook my head. “Or, maybe I should ask… Do you want to stay on the cheerleading squad or not?” “…I do,” I managed. “Great,” Coach said. He pointed. “Then take off your damn top.” My stomach dropped. Slowly, hesitantly, I began to unbutton my shirt. Too soon I was down to the last button and sliding it down off my body. I held both my arms over my chest. “Bra, too.” Swallowing thickly, I unhooked my bra and removed it. I trembled as I tried to cover my exposed breasts as much as I could. “Great.” Coach licked his lips. “Now, all you have to do is lower –” Someone pounded on the front door, loud enough for us to hear in the basement. “Ignore it,” Coach said. “Lower your arms.” “Coach,