Chapter Six
The following afternoon Mary showered and, sitting at her makeup table in her old robe, applied the cosmetics with more assurance than before. She even exaggerated the fullness of her lips and imagined what it would feel like to kiss warden Lucifer. She slipped her tiny feet into the black pumps. Doing that, putting on these stiletto shoes, acted almost like a switch, converting her psychologically from the staid, conventional, deeply religious mother, wife, homemaker, into….into…she was afraid to imagine what she might be in the process of becoming. Her mirror reflected back an image of herself that was completely at odds with who she knew herself to be. The heels tightened her calf muscles and lifted her smooth round ass. They forced her shoulders back. This thrust her firm
