title: Target Underwear and a Vera Wang Gown: Notes from a Single Girl's Closet
author:  Adena Halpern 
description: Her heartbreaking, hilarious, and sometimes humiliating tales will have you reaching in your closet for your worn Z. Cavariccis and puffy-sleeved prom dress to revel in your own fabric nostalgia. -- <i><i>Marie Claire</i></i><br /><br />Reading Adenas story made me want to throw open the doors of my closet and hear the stories my own clothes have to tellfrom my first Galliano gown, to a pair of Earth shoes that I wore in eighth grade with a pair of Calvin Klein jeans. This book reassures the girl in each of us that shes not alone in her search for the perfect outfit and the confidence that, we hope and pray, comes along with it. -- <i>Cindy Crawford</i><br /><br />Youll fall in love with Adena, her mother, her family, and her friends. I did. Though she cant control her life or love life (who can?), she can control her closet and her spirit shines through that closet. -- <i>Ilene Beckerman, author of <i>Love, Loss and What I Wore</i> and <i>Makeovers at the Beauty Counter of Happiness</i></i>
zlib_text: Contents
  Title Page
  Copyright
  TEASER
  CHAPTER ONE
  CHAPTER TWO
  CHAPTER THREE
  CHAPTER FOUR
  CHAPTER FIVE
  CHAPTER SIX
  HUNGRY FOR MORE?
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  THE BOSS’ LITTLE ONE
  Carmen Quick
  
  This book may not be reproduced or used in any manner without the express written permission of the
  copyright holder. This story contains explicit content that is intended for adult audiences only. All
  characters involved in sexual situations are 18 years of age or older. Copyright © 2016 Carmen Quick.
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  TEASER
  ‘Now that you’re part of my sweet little harem, you’re going to have to wear the official uniform,’
  she said. When she turned round, I saw that the fabric of her lacy underwear was moist. I knew that she
  was turned on. The thought of humiliating me, of strapping me into a diaper and making me into a dirt