When they reached Tony, Danielle reached out and touched his forearm. He’d taken off his uniform jacket. She said, “I hope you don’t mind, I need to powder my nose. Then I’d love to claim my dance, if I may?”
“Sure,” he said, smiling a bit quizzically.
In the girls’, she wriggled out of her moist blue panties and dropped them in her purse. Then she unzipped her dress, pulled down the top, and took off the blue demi-cup bra that Jessie and Kirsten had talked her into — ridiculous, like she needed to accentuate her big old cow t**s. She dropped the bra in with the panties and snapped the purse closed, then did up the dress again. Danielle took a deep breath, and looked in the mirror.
The dress, black as it was, left no doubt about what was underneath it. Danielle’s aching n*****s might no
