Amanda and The Photoshoot – 09
She showered. She stood in front of the mirror and put on the dark cherry thong and the garter belt and attached the coffee sheer stockings to the clips with the same methodical attention she had applied to everything in this arrangement since October. The cherry dress, no bra beneath it, the V settling at her sternum with the first breath. The peep-toe pumps. Her coat over all of it. She called a cab. She did not know what he had for her. She knew what she had said yes to. Those were not the same thing and the distance between them was the specific quality of the nervousness she was managing on the ride over, present and measurable and not something she had a prior entry for in this arrangement. The cab pulled up …