Page 70 of Undefeated

“Oh, wow. And how long had you been wearing those old boots?” I asked.

“Uhhm. Well, six. No, seven. Eight. Yeah, eight years,” he responded.

“Wow,” I said, glad that he finally replaced them.

He looked in the sack, pulled out a receipt, and handed it to me.

“There’s a few dresses in there. Go in the bedroom and try them on for me. I looked at your dresses that you like and got size 2. All your dresses that you like are size 2.”

“You bought me dresses?” I asked as I graciously grabbed the bag from his grasp.

As he nodded his head, he unzipped and removed his hoodie. I looked inside the sack. One dress was black and one was a burnt orange color. I love getting gifts, and I love clothes. I haven’t received a gift for ten years that I can remember.

Holding the sack in my hand, I reached around his neck to give him a hug.

“Thank you, I love you, Shane,” I said.

“I love you. Now go try them on,” he said as he sat on the couch and began to remove his boots.

“Can I come out and model them for you?” I asked as I walked to the room.

“Yes, that’s what I want. I want you to try them on and come out here so I can see them,” he said as he shook his head.

This is so exciting.

I ran to the room and shut the door.

I held up the black dress. Black is elegant. Boring. I held up the orange dress. Oh my, this was nice. It’s going to look so good. I got undressed and put on the orange dress and looked in the mirror. I looked fabulous.

Awesome sauce.

If I go out there in this one first, then the black one will be last, and I won’t end it with a bang.

I took the orange dress off and put on the black one. I looked great, but I needed shoes. I opened the closet and dug for my favorite 4” heels. I found the shoes and pulled them onto my feet. I stood and looked in the mirror.

Oh wow.

Wow.

I opened the drawer to my dresser and pulled out my perfume and one of my folded tee shirts. I sprayed the folded tee shirt with perfume, pulled up the dress, and rubbed the tee shirt under my chest.

That ought to do it.

I looked in the mirror and pulled my hair behind my ears the way he likes to see it.

Ok, here we go.

I grabbed the door handle and looked in the mirror.

I look too conservative.

As I turned the door handle, I shook my head and walked out into the living room.

“Don’t move,” he said as soon as I walked out of the bedroom.

“Why? What’s wrong?” I asked, startled.

“Don’t. Kace, don’t move,” he said as he stood up from the couch, “Take a step back by the door.”