Lola and I were in the costume shop, trying to find me something. Lola had chosen the sexy, naughty nurse, and she was sure going to get Ben’s pulse racing — the poor guy had no idea what he was in for. I was struggling, not because there weren’t enough options, but because I didn’t know what I would feel comfortable wearing. They were all so short. No matter what I chose, I would need to get thigh-high stockings or boots to cover my scars.
“Babe, if you don’t want to wear costumes, you don’t need to. We can find something alluring and extremely sexy. I don’t want you ending up anxious all night because you are uncomfortable.” Lola said softly, and I appreciated her concern for me. It was rather sweet.
“Maybe it is time I step out of my comfort zone. I want to have fun and feel sex
