She was about to take it off and look for something more conservative in her wardrobe but then, as she turned away from the mirror, she caught sight of herself in profile. She saw the seductive curve of her ass, the way that her breasts pushed up, and the way that they contrasted with the flatness of her stomach.
A thought suddenly flashed through her mind: Still got it! And she stopped there, a slight smile on her face. She could do this, she told herself. Whatever it was that lay ahead, she was going to face it on her own terms.
When she arrived at the first bar some of her worries returned. She looked around the crowded room and felt as though she was the oldest person there.
She paused in the doorway. A couple of people looked over at her and she felt as though she was being judged.
