A ragged thumbnail had ruined one and Cinder had snagged the other on the door of the under sink cabinet on her first attempt to leave the bathroom. She sat on the edge of the deep bathtub and slowly, carefully, rolled a new stocking onto her right leg. Once done, she stood and slipped her feet into the scandalously high black patent-leather heels she had purchased that afternoon at Shock & Ahh!, an adult toy and fashion store in Cambridge. She’d gone in for the stockings, but the mohawk-wearing grandmother who owned the shop had convinced her that the stilts, seamed stockings, a sheer black mini slip dress and a matching satin G-string comprised a tastefully sexy ensemble no man could resist. She studied her reflection in the triple-paned mirror mounted above the his-and-hers sinks. This Bizarro Cinder was the complete opposite of the advertising graphics manager whose typical wardrobe consisted of pleated slacks and modest, long-sleeved blouses. Her freshly styled sable hair fell past her shoulders in soft, full waves that gave her a sexy, kittenish appearance.
