“It was the velveteen that finally got me.

I had spied on her from safety for days, but when she wore those heels, those stockings, and that velveteen skirt, God that velveteen skirt. I just found myself slipping.

She saw me, almost immediately into her reverie and decided to make me a part of it. Her playful demeanor undercut by her... insistence that I participate in her leisure, and then her assurance that I wouldn’t be leaving.

I don't know that I would've moved though, as the straps came down... as the skirt was hiked up... even as the toe of her heel nearly ... Show more