![]() ![]() ![]() I pull the short black skirt and red-cropped sweater that shows off my belly out of the closet and after slipping into some lacy black underwear that I’ve been saving for this exact occasion, I shimmy into the cute outfit and take a turn before my mirror. Mark’s seen me without makeup plenty of times, but I want to at least look like I’m making an effort tonight. My makeup did not survive dance and the shower, so I quickly scrub my face clean and just reapply my eyeliner and mascara and smooth some lip-gloss on my lips. I wipe the fog off the mirror in my bathroom and wrinkle my nose. I hurry through the shower, but pay extra attention to shaving my legs and bikini line. I just have enough time to take a quick shower and touch up my makeup before Mark gets to my house. I grin and shimmy my butt in a little happy dance in the driver’s seat of my 1995 Ford Escort. ![]() I can’t decide if I’m super nervous or super excited. It’s a week early because my mom will be home on my real birthday, but she’s gone tonight on a business trip, and Mark told his folks that he’s staying at a friend’s house so he can stay with me all night. We are celebrating my seventeenth birthday tonight. He said he understands how important dance is to me and that he would see me later. ![]() I really wanted to skip dance today, but Mark insisted that I go. I grin and type back a quick luv u 2 and snap my phone shut as I hurry home from dance class. ![]()
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