Destiny
Des was
costumed as Eve, straight from the Garden of Eden, with a beige second skin and three leaves of
fig tree strategically placed. Micky, the seventy-something-year-old grandmother, was
dominatrix in black leather, fluttering her whip with gusto. Both were fabulous, and the three of us
we received admiring glances from men of all ages.
My flapper dress wasn't all that much shorter than a summer dress, but it had an air of
like look at me that made me a little self-conscious. I had to try not to stay
pulling my skirt down or looking at my chest to make sure my breasts weren't
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