ladymuse

I fell in love at Borders the other day. Went in with my boys for a coffee and a little browsing at books--purchased the new Stephen King and a bellydancing DVD for practice.

So. As I am wandering around a dominatrix fantasy comes walking through the store, turning every head as she goes. She's wearing tight, dark jeans tucked into pointy black boots. Purple, silky, fitted top, black leather jacket. Black hair cut into a science fiction bob, you know, chin length with sharp edges and heavy bangs. Full out strutting through the book store when most people treat it like a library. Not your usual small town soccer mom for sure. Not a young thing, either. "Striking" is the word that comes to mind. She was well aware and enjoying it.

At one point when I went to pee, I saw her boots come in and into the stall next to mine. For a minute, every Penthouse fantasy I have ever read flashed behind my eyes. Instead, she just sat down and blew her nose. I guess we're all just human. Fantasy over, back to the real world.