I pressed my head to the door, but there was no sound. Maybe my roommate had brought a guy home? for some reason the thought upset me. Scarlett had al...ays only been my friend, but there was no denying the stunning beauty she truly was, even her gothic fashion made her more appealing to me. I had thought in the past few weeks we had been getting closer, sexual tension between us had started to build. But this would change everything, I couldnt help feeling a little disappointed. Scar? I said. Arm in arm, the four friends entered the dimly lit restaurant. The maitre de was speechless when he was confronted by the two gorgeous women. Ted greeted him warmly and whispered into his ear while slipping a bill into his hand. The maitre de swallowed and smiled then consulted his table chart. In mere seconds, he indicated for them to follow him. He led them thru the entire restaurant, noting the admiring glances from the patrons, toward a small private room at the rear. Both women stiffened. "So, who is she? Do I know her?" Melanie," I said, stammering a little. "I'm, I'm NOT seeing another woman. I'd never do that to you. Never! I mean that."She gave me a disappointed, even sad sort of expression. "You can tell me," she said. "I do understand why you're doing it. I'm not insensitive to the fact that you have needs I can no longer meet. Okay? So, tell me who you're seeing. Please? I'm not angry with you for it. Honestly."My heart was still pumping hard in my chest, as if I'd just. Looking down, I stepped into the pink pumps and uncertainlytook a step. I hadn't worn heels since I was much younger, when I usedto slip into my sister's room. Walking around the room, I tried toaffect a feminine stride with a swivel to my hips. Walking back to thebed, I picked up the apron and slid it over my arms, tying the apronstrings in back with a big, if somewhat off center bow. The apron camedown to the top of knees, had wide lace trimmed shoulder straps, andlooked from the front.