The bachelorette party required that all women attending wore red. I loved that color but I didn’t wear it much. For work I never did (unless it was lingerie out of view which never failed to put an extra kick on my step) and seldom when going out. Still, I did have a few pieces for more intimate settings. So, for my friend’s au revoir to single’s life, I chose my tightest red dress. In for a penny…
I put on the red silky panties, those with a golden ring by my hip bones, and a matching red bra with white lace. Then I slipped into the dress, with its knee length, high neck and French length sleeves. Twisting and feeling like a Cirque du Soleil performer I managed to pull up the zipper on the back. I studied my shoe shelves pondering the heels to wear. It was a garden party (which kind of killed the odds for a male stripper, darn) so I decided to downplay it wearing the flower printed canvas pumps which weren’t as prim as one would think. I put them on and checked myself on the mirror. Oh, the memories this brought! I pulled my phone from my purse and took several pics that immediately I messaged you. I knew exactly what they would do to you, knew to the minimum detail the images they would bring forward, and relished the uncomfortable moments that you’d have at work if you opened my text in public. I dearly wished it was so, couldn’t wait for you to plot a revenge, like the previous time I had worn this very same dress.