Why don't you stop by after you change, and I'll give you the handouts from session B?" Very formal talk, dear reader, but the air between us crackled with hidden fire.Why don't you stop by after you change, and I'll give you the handouts from session B?" Very formal talk, dear reader, but the air between us crackled with hidden fire. Once I knew what I'd have to do, I swung into action. I took the elevator to my floor, and walked briskly to my room. I found my hand actually shaking as I struggled to get the unfamiliar key into the lock. Once in, I kicked off my high heels and stepped over to the dresser. I rummaged about in the top drawer till I found what I was looking for: the azalea set of jacquard and lace coordinates with scalloped lace: front-hook underwired demi-style bra (32A, alas, but pretty!) and jacquard-panel panties, all very see-through. I dumped the things that I had worn all morning on the convention floor, and took a quick but luxuriant hot bath with the fragrant oil provided by the hotel, dried off under the heat lamp while brushing my hair, and made up a bit -- nothing fancy, especially about the eyes, as I remembered his saying something to Bud once about women with too much makeup. My mouth is so tiny, though, that I made a concession to its needs and selected a lipstick with a high gloss, and matched the azalea coordinates as much as possible. |