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made, a white lace bodice on a black satin backdrop, with scalloped pink trim around<br />
the sweetheart-cut front-piece. The laces up the back were pink too. I reached out to<br />
touch it, but shuddered when my ngers brushed the satin, memories of being<br />
blindfolded returning to me in a hot rush. I could never pull o what Kit and the rest of<br />
the girls were about to do in front of a room full of people—not without a blindfold.<br />
“Hey, Cass. Make sure you thank Will for letting us stay after closing. I’ll get the keys<br />
back to you at the Blue Nile,” she said, not missing a beat with her feet. “You’re coming<br />
tonight, right?”<br />
“I never miss it.”<br />
“You should dance with us one year, Cassie,” yelled Angela from the cluster of girls<br />
crowding the washroom.<br />
I felt flattered by her attention, but said, “I’d make a total fool of myself.”<br />
“You’re supposed to make a fool of yourself. That’s what makes it sexy,” she crooned.<br />
The other women laughed and nodded while Kit gave me a little shake of her behind.<br />
“Do dykes normally dress like this?” Kit asked me teasingly.<br />
When she came out a couple of years ago, the only person who was surprised was<br />
Will. “Typical hetero,” Tracina had said, rolling her eyes at him. “Just because she<br />
dresses sexy, you think it’s all for male attention.”<br />
Kit had begun dressing sexier after she came out and got a steady girlfriend. And<br />
tonight she had drawn a mole by her mouth and was wearing false eyelashes and the<br />
reddest shade of lipstick I’d ever seen. She’d grown the blue pixie cutout into a longer,<br />
very attractive shag. Still, her exaggerated girlishness contrasted with her trademark<br />
cowboy boots and the black terry-cloth sweatbands that she always wore around both<br />
wrists.<br />
“Maybe I’ll join you guys next year, Kit,” I said, kind of meaning it.<br />
“Promise?”<br />
“No.” I laughed.<br />
I wished the girls luck and ducked down the stairs, but at the bottom, I realized that I<br />
had forgotten to hand Kit the keys! As I turned to run back up, I smashed headlong into<br />
Kit herself, who was heading down, probably having had the same realization. Instead<br />
of bouncing o me, she completely lost her footing and slid down the last ve steps,<br />
landing butt first on the hard tile floor. Luckily, I was wearing sneakers.<br />
“Kit!”<br />
“Jesus crap,” she groaned, rolling over onto her side.<br />
“Are you okay?”<br />
“I think I broke my ass!”<br />
I clambered down the remaining steps to her. “Oh my God! I’m so sorry! Let me help<br />
you!”<br />
By then Angela, in four-inch stilettos, was making her way carefully down, a bright<br />
pink boa draped over her shoulders and wrapped around her wrists.<br />
Kit lay perfectly still. “Don’t move me, Ange. Oh. This isn’t good. It’s not my ass. It’s<br />
my tailbone.”<br />
“Oh dear!” Angela cried, crouching over her. “Can you sit up? Can you feel your legs?