As soon as Mark had told me now to dress, I was worried.
My shortest skirt was extremely short and I had only worn it once. It was a
faded red color, made of very thin denim material, but not thick like jeans
or anything like that. I had bought it at a thrift store when cruising
shops with a guy I had been seeing some time back. It had only cost a
couple of dollars. When I tried it on for him after we got to his home, we
were both amazed at how short it really was. I swore I would never wear it
in public. After some time had passed I had forgotten about the skirt and
on Valentines Day I asked him if there was anything special he wanted me
to wear that evening. He talked me into wearing the faded red skirt and
even into going out with him to a bar he had been wanting to go to where he
could shoot pool.
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