Martha turned around to examine herself in the mirror from all angles. The dress fit perfectly, but it showed a lot more skin than she was comfortable showing. Her mother’s ghost appeared.
“Now we’re talking,” said the ghost. “That’s how you should dress for a date.”
“I don’t think so, mother. I’m going to change.”
“Boo!” hollered the ghost. “It looks sexy. You need to live a little.”
Martha held up her fingers to count out her reasons for not wanting to wear the dress.
“One, I am not comfortable wearing something like this in public. I cover up more than this when I go to the beach. Two, I don’t like how he went about it. He barely knows me and he just sent me a slutty dress- and underwear- and demanded
