this morning #293.

this morning, for the first time since she was a little girl, she relented & let another person pick out an outfit for her. as part of his birthday gift, her husband had basically insisted on it & she let him to carry out his fantasy, costume & all. all day long, she would be playing the part of “sexy maid,” a role that didn’t gel well with the color of her skin. hell, her mom had been a home attendant for a wheelchair-bound elderly woman & her grandmother had spent years changing beds in a hotel. neither job was sexy. she tried to think of the positives though. it was only for one day. the house hadn’t had a thorough cleaning in months. for her birthday, she’d be getting whatever car she damn well pleased.