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There was an open bottle of wine in the kitchen. I was as nervous as I ever had been. I poured a glass and gulped it down. It was sweet, and I added some ice cubes; it was better cold. Now I had to figure out what to wear. During the week, I ordered some underwear online, not too racy but not old lady stuff either. I settled on a leather skirt that fell below my knees but had a walking slit that almost reached my rear end. I tried to be as quiet as possible so as not to let my sister know what I was doing. I needed to look as grown-up as possible; these guys would be at least twenty-three or older. There was a pair of shiny black four-inch heels. I slipped them on and took a step. I was happy they were easy to get used to, and to my surprise, I didn't feel like I would fall on my face.