A surprise stranger.....

"Vanessa? God Almighty, what are you up to?"

And then she remembered. her mother had told her he might be over to drop over some papers for work. She'd forgotten all about it.

"Oh my gosh! Mr. Taylor! I’m so sorry. I forgot you were coming!"

He stepped into the room, the look in his eyes changing gradually from shock to lusty appreciation as he took her all in, the shoes, the stockings, the obscenely tight dress, the makeup. Vanessa looked frantically around the familiar kitchen, hoping there would suddenly be a good place to hide.

"What is this, Vanessa?" he asked her. "You going out? Getting all dressed up to go out, huh? Your mother know what her little girl was planning tonight? You look like a regular little tramp, honey, you know that?"

"No, I was just trying on some clothes… I…"

He stepped closer and sniffed. "And you've been drinking too, haven't you? Christ!"

"Here," she said hurriedly, "I'll just take those papers…"

"No, no, that's okay." he said. "I told your mom I'd leave them on her desk, honey. I'll just drop them off."

He walked past her and into the dining room where the desk was. She stood nervously by the sink as he came back in and stood in the doorway..

"Well look at you," he said, leaning against the door jam with a slow smile, "Just look at you."

She didn't know what else to say so she tried to smile, waiting for him to leave. She was mortified, and she really didn’t care to explain herself any further. She just wanted him to walk out the door so she could run to her room, get out of those clothes, and shove everything back under her bed in the box where it belonged.