Shirley JeanChapter 3
Friday at work dragged interminably, and I actually skipped from the door to my truck. I rushed home for my shower. The dress I chose was knee-length and light blue cotton, one of the nicer summer things I owned. White lacy panties and the bra to match went underneath, and black flats would do for shoes. I took a little extra time with my make-up and dabbed a bit of perfume in a few spots. My mind mulled over the restaurants available, but I decided to leave that to her. At ten till seven,...