First time
He comes to my house in the afternoon, I open the door and invite him in. It feels awkward, now that the moment has finally arrived. So many months of talking, weeks of planning and preparations, and still I don't feel ready. He looks expectant, exited, eager. I'm flustered, nervous, even a little scared, but I know I can't allow it to show, I put on a face like I've got everything under control. I'm already in dressed for the party, the thigh-high boots, the PVC dress, the corset, the makeup...