I hung my coat over the back of the chair and you got your first full look at my new dress, I could see that it pleased you, red, low cut, very short,...with strategic black lack inserts. I was wearing stockings and with my legs crossed you could just see the tops, the gap between skirt, skin and stocking catching your eye, unable to look away. I'd planned this well.I caught your eye and we both stood together, reaching for each other, coffee forgotten now. Kissing, we moved towards the stairs. Shit, fuck and piss, suck and lick and eat were all words that Billy Erspamer used to turn her on and make her want to have wild uninhibited sex. She was programmed to respond to obscene language.So she just stared at him, hypnotized, like a rabbit watching a python slowly uncoil. His hand came to rest softly against the white-pantied pubic triangle up between her thighs and, surprisingly to her, she did not resist automatically. Then his fingers were tickling at her frantically aroused. He turned even paler on hearing all of this.“Maybe I should return home as you say,” he said at the end. We finished our meal and left him sitting there to think about what I had told him.Later that afternoon on East Century Blvd, things got interesting again, when we ran into more trouble. This time there were eight of them, but they were wearing different gang colors. They also approached us in two groups from opposite directions, forcing us into a narrow alley between buildings.“This bunch. Wearing them again would be a little disturbing, but would bemuch better than appearing in anything else she had in her drawer.Reluctantly, she crammed Peyton Manning and Edgerrin James jerseys intoher suitcase. As she looked around her bedroom, everything suddenly felt soartificial: her clothes, the pastel colors of her bedroom, the Manetprints hanging on the walls. Is this really me? Or is this an imageI've created to make everyone, even myself, think I actually am whatthe world expects.