Pulling this dress from my aching frame, I collected it into a ball made possibly by my hands until it would slam into the edge of my laundry basket as if my life depended on doing so with a dramatic flair of anger. Prior to this moment, I was never a vessel of harbored anger as I usually had sports as an outlet to these emotions, but then again I never held this level of jealousy in my veins either. In the desire to remove the extent of this day from my body, I removed the dress in quick succession and began to rummage through the drawers for anything more comfortable in opposition to the claustrophobic fabric of this short skirt and exposed neckline. But as I removed the straps of my heels and stood in only my panties with my back positioned in the direction of the door, it would come op
