The day had followed its new quiet pattern. Simran cooked the evening meal while little Simi napped against her chest, still latched from the late afternoon feed. Milk had soaked through the front of her blouse twice before she could change. Arjun sat at the small table doing homework. Harry had come home early and sat in the living room reading the paper, glancing up whenever she passed. Vicky returned from work at the usual hour, kissed her cheek, and looked at the damp patches on her blouse with the same calm interest he now showed every mark left on her body.

After the children were fed and put to bed, the apartment settled into the softer lights of evening. Simran stood in the centre of the living room as instructed. Vicky and Harry had already chosen what she would wear. The black negligee was new, sheer enough that the dark circles of her nipples and the thick triangle of pubic hair showed clearly through the fabric. The hem stopped just below the curve of her buttocks. Her heavy breasts sat full and warm inside the thin material, a faint sheen of milk already visible where the cloth clung.