From somewhere behind me, I hear the designer speak. “What do you think, Ma’am?”

“It’s awful—completely obscene.”

For a moment, I’m not sure what she’s talking about. The silhouette is slender, but the cut is fairly modest. I turn to the side so I can see myself from behind. The fabric hugs my body in a way that leaves nothing to the imagination—and I mean nothing. But it’s not just that my panty line is plainly visible, though it is. It’s what it does to my butt.

Oh my god, Becky.

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  1. on 06 Dec 2012 at 9:57 pmannah

    OMG – my niece uses that line – Oh my god, Becky – all the time. Just that small connection makes me know that I am going to love this chapter. So glad you’re getting it written – hope you update soon!
    Thanx for all the reading fun.

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  2. on 06 Dec 2012 at 10:38 pmMelymori

    Oh my god Sleepy, you’re killing me here hahahah. I’m obsessed with this story :)

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