The Plan

I was dressed in a completely inappropriate shade of pink.My neon mini skirt screamed for attention. My white 6 inch heels gleamed at my feet. The white blouse, open at the throat pulled out the blue in my eyes and I stood before the full length mirror and examined my appearance. My hair fell in waves around my shoulders.

When had I become so bold and reckless? What drove this purchase, and these actions?

I drew a curve of a deep pink across my lips and turned slowly to see the back of my long, slender legs.

I was confident of my body. I knew I turned heads.

I was certain what I was doing was right. I pulled the bejeweled purse from my closet and felt the contents, searching for that cool pearl handle. My fingers curled around it, cradling it for a moment, then closing the purse with a snap.

I looked back once into mirror, tossing a look at my reflection.

I tucked the purse on my shoulder and pushed the door shut in quiet deliberation with a white heeled foot.

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We were drinking champagne and losing our shirts.

How had I gotten here? The handsome man at his personal bar was mixing another drink. I looked at my hand, cradling a wine glass less than half full. How often had he filled it? I lost count at the bar, but I know of the first two.

He walked back to the sofa, another glass in his hand held out to me.

"Thank you, I really think I have had enough."

"Nonsense! I'm enjoying the distraction."

The sober me would have taken umbridge at this statement. The inebriated me just laughed foolishly.

I reached around to grab my purse.

It was missing. I turned, alarmed, groping the sofa.
It was then I realized my blouse was across the sofa. I caught his eyes and he reached for the blouse with a different smile. Inwardly I blanched and felt a cold creeping up my spine.

He was on to me and I'd walked right into his trap.

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The day Lillian learned to drivewas one of the most terrifying days of my life, until this moment.

I realized in an instant that the prospect of hitting that bread truck was far less frightening to what lay imminently ahead if I couldn't sober up fast enough to find my way out alive and with the thing I'd came for that meant more to me than anything, except for saving my own life.

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