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Awards, with cleavage everywhere from her Adam’s apple to hernavel. She was completely exhausted and still without a dress when she met Jonathan for dinner.
“I told the folks you were coming,” he reported.
“And?”
“Oh, they were delighted.” Then after a pause, “Jack even remembered you. He called you Jorge Posada. And Pam thought you sounded like fun.”
“What did your mother think?”
“My mother doesn’t think anything on hearsay. She likes to see for herself.”
The damn dress was going to be even more important than she thought.
She took a long lunch hour the next day, revisited one of the boutiques to try on a dress she had tried the day before. It looked even worse. She raced through two more small stores. “What are you looking for?” a frustrated sales clerk asked.
“I haven’t got any idea at all.”
By Thursday she was desperate. She had bought new lingerie in case she spent Saturday night with Jonathan and a cute pair of pajamas in case she was asked to bunk in with one of the other girls. But still, she hadn’t seen the perfect dress. She closed down an East Side department store, leaving three possibilities in the dressing room. Her standards were beginning to drop, but still she had found nothing.
On Saturday morning, certain that she had seen every dress in the city, she returned to the boutique where she had tried the same dress twice. It was wrong for a hundred reasons, but since she had gone back to it there must have been something about it that she liked. When she reached the shop, the owner was pinning a dress onto a window mannequin. It was a black, floor-length raw silk sheath with pewter accents at the neckline and a single line of pewter across the hips. The front was high with crossover straps disappearing behind the neck for a very modest, conservative first appearance. But the back was bare all the way to the hips, creating an exit that would leave them screaming for more. And, just in case they never got behind her, there was a center slit that would show leg to the thigh with every step she took.
She tried it on, liked the fit and then moved in front of the mirror. It was exactly what she needed. Tasteful and respectable, withflashes of sensuality as she walked and turned. Ordinary as she stepped to the dance floor, and then wildly exciting when she moved to the music. The perfect blend of hot wife and respectable daughter-in-law.
Jonathan was in a white dinner jacket with a passé plaid tie and cummerbund. “Lovely,” he told her when she opened the door. “Alexandra will fall in love with you.” Then she turned and led him into her apartment, and he confronted her back and the hint of her breasts that moved under her arms. “Jack will try to take you on a tour of the wine cellar. You look absolutely delicious.”
“Is it too . . . bare?”
“No, just about perfect. You’re completely dressed and totally naked at the same time. It just depends on the point of view.”
He was talkative as they drove over the Triboro Bridge and fought the traffic on the Long Island parkways. He loved the house they were heading toward and knew that she would like it, too. But at the same time, he hated the house and hoped she wouldn’t find it too pretentious. He enjoyed driving the country roads on the North Shore. He hated driving in the continuous Long Island traffic jam. He enjoyed his mother’s parties. He wouldn’t be going at all except to have Nicole meet his family. Clearly, he was nervous, for some reason dreading the encounter with his mother. He babbled endlessly to avoid discussing what was frightening him.
There was a security officer at the entrance to the property who recognized Jonathan and saluted him through. Nicole saw the name of the estate, Rockbottom, engraved into the gateposts.
“Rockbottom?” she laughed. “Rockbottom?”
“Jack’s idea. It’s sort of a tribute to his meanness. He buys everything at rock bottom.”
They drove for
“I told the folks you were coming,” he reported.
“And?”
“Oh, they were delighted.” Then after a pause, “Jack even remembered you. He called you Jorge Posada. And Pam thought you sounded like fun.”
“What did your mother think?”
“My mother doesn’t think anything on hearsay. She likes to see for herself.”
The damn dress was going to be even more important than she thought.
She took a long lunch hour the next day, revisited one of the boutiques to try on a dress she had tried the day before. It looked even worse. She raced through two more small stores. “What are you looking for?” a frustrated sales clerk asked.
“I haven’t got any idea at all.”
By Thursday she was desperate. She had bought new lingerie in case she spent Saturday night with Jonathan and a cute pair of pajamas in case she was asked to bunk in with one of the other girls. But still, she hadn’t seen the perfect dress. She closed down an East Side department store, leaving three possibilities in the dressing room. Her standards were beginning to drop, but still she had found nothing.
On Saturday morning, certain that she had seen every dress in the city, she returned to the boutique where she had tried the same dress twice. It was wrong for a hundred reasons, but since she had gone back to it there must have been something about it that she liked. When she reached the shop, the owner was pinning a dress onto a window mannequin. It was a black, floor-length raw silk sheath with pewter accents at the neckline and a single line of pewter across the hips. The front was high with crossover straps disappearing behind the neck for a very modest, conservative first appearance. But the back was bare all the way to the hips, creating an exit that would leave them screaming for more. And, just in case they never got behind her, there was a center slit that would show leg to the thigh with every step she took.
She tried it on, liked the fit and then moved in front of the mirror. It was exactly what she needed. Tasteful and respectable, withflashes of sensuality as she walked and turned. Ordinary as she stepped to the dance floor, and then wildly exciting when she moved to the music. The perfect blend of hot wife and respectable daughter-in-law.
Jonathan was in a white dinner jacket with a passé plaid tie and cummerbund. “Lovely,” he told her when she opened the door. “Alexandra will fall in love with you.” Then she turned and led him into her apartment, and he confronted her back and the hint of her breasts that moved under her arms. “Jack will try to take you on a tour of the wine cellar. You look absolutely delicious.”
“Is it too . . . bare?”
“No, just about perfect. You’re completely dressed and totally naked at the same time. It just depends on the point of view.”
He was talkative as they drove over the Triboro Bridge and fought the traffic on the Long Island parkways. He loved the house they were heading toward and knew that she would like it, too. But at the same time, he hated the house and hoped she wouldn’t find it too pretentious. He enjoyed driving the country roads on the North Shore. He hated driving in the continuous Long Island traffic jam. He enjoyed his mother’s parties. He wouldn’t be going at all except to have Nicole meet his family. Clearly, he was nervous, for some reason dreading the encounter with his mother. He babbled endlessly to avoid discussing what was frightening him.
There was a security officer at the entrance to the property who recognized Jonathan and saluted him through. Nicole saw the name of the estate, Rockbottom, engraved into the gateposts.
“Rockbottom?” she laughed. “Rockbottom?”
“Jack’s idea. It’s sort of a tribute to his meanness. He buys everything at rock bottom.”
They drove for
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