Hall of Infinite Doors

That Thursday at six you show up at Nikky's dorm. A fellow friend lets you into the lobby and you proceed to her door. You knock and Nikky lets answers. She has on a tight black halter top with small buttons up the top and white skirt just below the knee with white sash and black high heels. She looks tasteful and sexy, though not as luscious as she has looked to you at other times. She lacks that leg and cleavage that she so often flaunted in the past.

"Hey! You look . . . great," you stutter.

"Do I?" she asks. "Do you think it's ok? Do you think Tony would like it?"

"Um, yeah. I mean I like it."

"Do you think there is something he would like better?" she asks, leaning on the doorway.