The Dixie Morning Show
The Dixie Morning Show I knocked on Stacey's bedroom door softly. I did not wish to disturb her, but my chores had to be done. "Who is it?" she asked, knowing full well it was me. "It's dixie, Mrs. Jackson. Here to pick up any laundry you may need done." "Oh, dixie," she said with a hint of mischief in her voice. "Do come in." She was sitting at her dresser, wearing a beautiful white silk gown of such sheerness, she might as well have been naked. I gazed upon her form...