Would You

She lays there for a few moments...in a sex induced haze....then gathers herself...looks in the mirror, smiles....still a lot to do....so much of a night ahead....

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4

She was 'collected'... 'renewed,' so-to-speak....still naked—sometimes she preferred being naked at home over anything else she could imagine—she slipped on a pair of mules and began trailing through the walk-in....

They had a fairly big condo—got lucky, they guessed—they got in when no one was interested in the area—now they were 'oldtimers' in the midst's of the new yuppie/buppie boom—or whatever it's called....

Anyway, their sense of aesthetic worked on this place like a charm...as did their utilitarian notion that they'd need lots of space for their particular 'predilections'...so there was the 'everyday' walk-in—you know, 'regular gear'—big in its own right...then another for outer wear and storage...then....

Then...the space of imagination: long, with three walls of racks and shelves...very well lit—big enough for a comfy chair for musing—and, of course, a mirrored short wall....

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She made her way through the closet, hand trailing along garments, musing: 'dress to be seen....' Then, she thought about what he might wear... 'white shirt, black slacks, black velvet blazer, black suede loafers'.... 'dress to be seen....'

Then it came to her...she turned to a rack of corsets...saw it there, winking at her—literally, the 'foundation' of this outfit—a white, boned corset with black piping....

Turning around, she pulled out a hanger with a white Chinese jacket—completely white—frogs and all....she stopped at the end of the boot rack and lifted out a pair of soft, white leather boots that rose slightly above the knee...the heels were flat....

'One last thing,' she thought to herself as she crossed from the closet of 'imagination' to the space of 'everyday' things on her way back to the bedroom....