The hour when hopefully Jenny would show up.With each passing minute the prospects grew dimmer like the slowly setting sun through the window shades. Had she even seen my note? If so, why wasn't there a reply?Suddenly there was a soft knock at the door and I jumped up to answer it. As I opened the door I could feel everything bubbling up inside me with anticipation.Wow! Was she a sight, wearing this off-the-shoulder white dress with wide straps that crossed in front, widening enough to barely encompass her breasts. Her arms crossed in front too, making those pointy shoulders poke out seductively.Jenny looked like a sweet southern belle, an image of delightful femininity.Sure, I knew that being feminine is much more than wearing darling dresses and lace and cute hairdos.I knew that. But inside me there was this desire to be that beautiful flower, just like Jennifer was. To be caught up in that whimsical flight of fancy. Of being totally and completely "girl". I was in love with the. He made her promise that she would wear them Friday night. Trembling slightly, she agreed. Friday night finally arrived and Ami was in the kitchen preparing the food and chilling the wine. Dave was nervously pacing when the doorbell rang the first time. He opened the door and there stood John and Travis. As he greeted them, he saw the headlights of another car pulling into the driveway. That should be Andy and Phil, Dave thought. He introduced all of the guys to Ami as she gave them each a glass of wine. Despite the fact Ami had a low tolerance for alcohol she quickly tipped back her glass and drank the liquid courage. “Let’s move into the theater room”, Dave suggested and grabbed Ami’s hand to lead the way. The system was all set and ready to go. There was a DVD in the player and everything was synched. As the screen turned on, Ami saw herself and Dave walking out of the house arm in arm towards the white limo. She saw the driver open the door and they entered. She remembered the.
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