A Lifetime Ago
Five years ago
Am I seeing things?
No one was ever in the rink at this hour, and definitely not anyone doing that. I leaned against the plastic barrier for a closer look, making sure I wasn’t imagining her. But no, that was most definitely a woman on the ice. And she was most definitely…changing her underwear. She had on a tennis skirt and cropped top, not even any tights in the freezing-cold place. I watched as a tiny piece of red material fell to the ice and she lifted one knee and stepped into what looked like a pair of black panties, three times the size. She shimmied them up her legs, scooped the red fabric from the ice, skated to the sideline, and tossed them over the boards into the penalty box.
I stayed quiet, curious what she’d do next. The pretty redhead
