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Camden
“What the hell are you wearing?” Katherine asked as I headed down the stairs to the living room.
I stopped at the bottom and took in her outfit. A skirt so micro short that her ass nearly hung out of the bottom and a slinky gold halter top that was completely open in the back, except for a tiny string holding it up. She wore six-inch stilettos and enough makeup to completely transform her face. Even her hair had been done up in sexy supermodel curls. She looked like a knockout.
“What am I wearing? What are you wearing?”
“I’m in my divorce party outfit,” she said, gesturing to her skirt. “All of us girls are dressing up super slutty and getting wasted since English’s divorce was official last night.”
I strode over to my wife and pulled her against me. “You’re practically nak
