Party Girl
"Was it worth waiting for?" I turned and mimed applause. She was an image of cool elegance, slender in a snug-fitting black slip dress. No stockings - with her olive skin, she didn't need them. As I helped her into her coat, I realized that the dress was all she was wearing; the dress was thin enough that I would have noticed bra strap or panty lines. I swallowed. "Are you sure you want to go the party? I could call Rob and give him our regrets, and we could settle down...