This story begins on a warm evening in the beautiful and peculiar city of New Orleans. M is my best friend in the whole world. Almost 2 decades of friendship. He has the whole broad shouldered dark hair and dark eyes thing going on. I on the other hand have amber/green eyes, dark hair and a curvy figure. Every year we plan a trip where we go and explore a city. Although this city was not new to us, he said let us go back to the Big Easy. Forward to checking into our hotel in the French Quarter and getting ready for the evening. M has a proclivity for red. So, I put on this tight, body forming, red dress. My hair was tied up with a few long bangs in my face and my makeup had a 1940’s cat eye with a red lip to match. When I stepped out all dressed up M looked like someone had stabbed him because I have never seen him so stunned. He couldn’t speak. We walk outside to start making our way to dinner. The night’s air hits me. It was heavy with a slight warm breeze. The kind of night you know you can work up a sweat but also hints at mystery and seduction.