It looked awesome as I turned around looking at myself in the mirror. Next I pulled the skirt over my legs and up around my waist. Luckily it had some...elastic in it, and I pulled up the zipper and snapped it shut. Now I was almost done. I looked in her closet and found a cute pair of white Keds. I sat on the bed and laced them onto my feet. They were a little snug, but not to uncomfortable. I found some red and blue ribbons in one of the vanity drawers and tied my wig up into a cute improvised. She screamed, reaching forward andgrabbing my - holy heck that hurts!!! I squealed in shock as she pinchedmy nipple through my dress."Let go!" Like heck I will!"She reached out and grabbed the other. Two bolts of electricity coursedthrough my breasts. I dropped my pillow. Retaliating, I grabbed herwrists. Michelle was strong, for a woman anyway, stronger than me, and Ihad to jostle to try and shake her loose. Our heels screeched as theyskidded on the floor, both of us fighting for leverage. I. My parents are at work until tonight." I said. She smiled as opened the freezer. She put some ice cubes in two glasses. She then leaned into the fridge. She arched her back showing off her curves. She then pulled out some lemonade. "You can put the box over there on the counter next to the phone sweetie." she said.I put the box down. I was at the far corner of the kitchen. I turned to feel the counter on my back and my left leg. Mrs. Dorian walked over to hand me some lemonade. She took a sip. He invited all of his friends. The whole house was open. In hindsight I suppose I should have limited the number of guests. The day of the party, it appeared that everyone in his graduating class was in my house or in my backyard. Two days ago I received my signed divorce papers in the mail. From the onset, I was stationed at the grill. Occasionally I got as far as the drink table and, thank God, the bathroom but mostly I was surrounded by eighteen year olds swilling down sodas and eating.