Bleep!

"Yes, you do. I don't think you ever really feel presentable unless you feel that way right down to your skin. Is it silk? Lace? What kind of agenda did the meeting have? Did you need to feel the power of red? Or did you go with the purple because you wanted to feel more subtle? Did you wear a thong or something with lace across your ass to remind you that you're in control?"

He was right on the money, in one sense. Every choice had the potential to influence my mood. Yet, I had to stifle a laugh. Lace? Me? It reminded me how little we really knew about one another, and there was a measure of safety—of comfort—in that realization. He didn't know me all THAT well...yet. The question then became: Did I want him to? I took a deep breath, audibly, but didn't respond.