That’s what we have. When it becomes harder to find them, all the more precious. I always dress carefully for Will...the jewelry, the panties and bra, the exact curl of my hair, thickness of liner and shade of lipstick. Always, I take such care. Dressing for a lover. I’ve taken even more time now because this is the last time I will see him in person. Always I’ve made certain that what we do never overshadows anything else, and now with wedding plans and travel and work and my life, my messed up, messy life, there will be no more time for Will. I wear a black dress. Not new. A favorite, though. It clings to me and flatters curves. It dips low in the front to show off cleavage. It ties at the hip and he’ll be able to slide his hand inside, if he wants. Oh, God. I don’t want Will to ever stop wanting. Under the dress, a teal bra with a leopard print stripe along the edge.
