![]() I pull the short black skirt and red-cropped sweater that shows off my belly out of the closet and after slipping into some lacy black underwear that I’ve been saving for this exact occasion, I shimmy into the cute outfit and take a turn before my mirror. Mark’s seen me without makeup plenty of times, but I want to at least look like I’m making an effort tonight. My makeup did not survive dance and the shower, so I quickly scrub my face clean and just reapply my eyeliner and mascara and smooth some lip-gloss on my lips. I wipe the fog off the mirror in my bathroom and wrinkle my nose. I hurry through the shower, but pay extra attention to shaving my legs and bikini line. I just have enough time to take a quick shower and touch up my makeup before Mark gets to my house. I grin and shimmy my butt in a little happy dance in the driver’s seat of my 1995 Ford Escort. I can’t decide if I’m super nervous or super excited. It’s a week early because my mom will be home on my real birthday, but she’s gone tonight on a business trip, and Mark told his folks that he’s staying at a friend’s house so he can stay with me all night. We are celebrating my seventeenth birthday tonight. ![]() He said he understands how important dance is to me and that he would see me later. I really wanted to skip dance today, but Mark insisted that I go. ![]() ![]() ![]() I grin and type back a quick luv u 2 and snap my phone shut as I hurry home from dance class. ![]()
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