It’s nice to be appreciated

I wore a new pair of tights yesterday. They were black with a pattern. Reid watched in fascination as I put them on and came hurrying over when she noticed the pattern. “Diamonds!” she gasped. Or maybe she exclaimed. Either way, I knew she thought I was some kind of fabulous. Ken teased and asked if Reid thought I should go as I was or if I needed a skirt. She looked at him as if he were talking crazy talk but she also seemed surprised that he was able to resist stroking my diamond-clad legs like she was doing. In case you’re wondering, I did put on a skirt.

Reid was right, though, I did look nice. If I do say so myself. And I just did. ;+)

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