She groaned in frustration when the zipper refused to budge. Infuriated with the idea of now having to inhale deeply and hold her breathe for the zippers to move, she kicked the pants off and stuck her head in the cabinet, fishing with her eyes for something that would fit. Meanwhile, she blamed herself for not coming up with a better excuse when Clair called in the morning to invite her for a night out with her girlfriends. With a chuckle, she had said, “I would love to but you know there’s no one else in the house to look after Damian? Maybe next time.” But Clair was quick to tell her that she would drop her nanny, Maria, at her place together with her daughter, so she could look after the two children. Eve had mumbled other incoherent excuses but Clair carried the day.
When she finally found a dress with a zipper that did not need cajoling for it to move, she sighed loudly and rubbed her palms together in delight. It was a short, sleeveless white dress which left her ass tagging behind her like a child reluctant to follow its mother. She tied a thin red belt around her waist and matched it with red heels. Later, when she opened the door for Clair, Clair held her waist, tilted her neck to the left and exclaimed, “Damn!”