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i put on black leggings, thigh-hugging over-knee socks, and a long chrome-colored racer-back tank that dramatically hinted at curves and a red bra. i wanted nothing more than to feel perfectly sexy and comfortable as i completed simple tasks after work that day - putting away groceries, washing dishes, and then waiting for the curry pilaf to be done. perhaps it was the turmoil that had erupted in practically every sphere of my life at the time, but it seemed important to feel beautiful and wanted and brimming with electricity...