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Chapter 13 by cphi cphi

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Beth felt like getting a little dolled up. Her legs were still smooth from her morning shave, so she picked out a simple bra and panties set, a mid-thigh skirt that hugged her hips and showed off her legs, and a black tee-blouse that left her arms free and showed off her flat stomach. Black flats finished the look as she brushed her hair into a simple ponytail. {if Formation = 1
}She felt a little self-conscious, fiddling awkwardly with her fingers in front of the mirror. Is it too much? Maybe I shouldn't... Ultimately, she decided that there was no going back unless she wanted to be late. {elseif Formation = 5
}She felt, strangely, that the cute little outfit wasn't... daring enough. She felt a little... overdressed, even with the modest cleavage and long leg she was showing. Don't be ridiculous. You look cute. But she couldn't shake the thought that she had several outfits that were sexier and more fun...Stop it. {endif
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Beth pondered for a minute. Mastro's is a nice place, and it's been a while since I've really dressed to the nines. Brian's new schedule didn't leave much time for fancy dinners.
A strapless, short-skirted white dress hugged her naked skin in a way that gave her an unreasonable thrill. No bra... no panties... and strapped high heels gave her ass and legs the accentuation they so richly deserved after all her hard work in the gym. She wore her hair loose, falling somewhat messily down her back, and reveled in the daring wardrobe choice she had made. I wonder what Derek will say.{if Formation = 5
}...I wonder what he'll do... She shook her head. You're letting Brian's stories get into your head. Derek wouldn't... She was a little scared by the regret of that thought. {endif
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Beth decided on something casual. Faded blue jeans and a pink shirt went on over a simple set of underwear, and she let her hair hang loose around her shoulders. {if Formation != 1
}A mischievous impulse struck her, though, and she opened the buttons on her shirt all the way down to show off some cleavage. It's a hot day... she smiled at her reflection. {endif
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