So that is probably why I ended up on the second floor of this mansion, hiding in the library behind a desk. Beneath my ass an engagement party for my oldest, best friend Erica and her fiancée the dork Benny. Everything is just great.
When I arrived in the setting sun’s rays Erica hurtled her body into mine.
“Oh Malory! This is just perfect now. My best friend is here and the party can go on.” She squeezed me tight.
I squeezed back equally.
“Hey you.” I pull my head back and look at the silky thing she is wearing. “Nice dress. I didn’t know it was a dress up party.”
“What do you mean? You do have something other than what you are wearing for tonight? Right?”
My eyes dart away. “Ummm. I thought you said it was a casual drink with close friends and relatives.”
“You remember, my family think that means a cocktail and a game of social one up man-ship. Not drinking from a can and laughing, mind you I find that more fun. I’m sorry but what you are wearing is not appropriate.”
“What’s wrong with jeans? Or a clean shirt?” I whine in vain.
She only gives me one of her looks.
“OK. But I really only brought this backpack and it has more of the same.”
A heavy sigh. “Fine. I think you could squeeze into some of my stuff. Just don’t breath much.” She laughs and lays a hand on her flat stomach.
“Skinny mole. You are a size six or smaller than this.” I emphasise this with a slap on the tush that jiggled on impact.
“I’ll find something.”
She did. It was the most beautiful dress of all time. Soft and flowing, stopping just above my knees, I was proud of myself for remembering to shave my legs...
(Sorry that was all that I had written on this story and I don't know where the story was really going)