Birthday Party

The trip back to the house had been short and eerily quiet. When the car skidded into a stop on the driveway, I clambered out of the car first before Lucas could open the door for me and skittered to the door of the house. Without a backward glance, I made a beeline straight to the stairs then went to my room where I spent the rest of the afternoon all by myself.

Lucas was still mad at me. I did him a huge favor and I didn't show myself until lunch time. After lunch however, I immediately returned to my room where I spent the hours hauling the contents of my expansive wardrobe to the bed and separated (as I call it) the decent over the indecent ones.

The indecent clothes I reffered to were the slimy, scanty clothes that hid nothing from imagination once worn. That includes the see-through nighties, gowns with plunging necklines and the scandalous crop tops that made shivers run down my spine by just looking at it.