the Meeting

"Hello, Anastasia."

She had just entered the room and had not had the opportunity to look around. She quickly scanned the room for the source of this greeting and saw him standing there. She took in a short, quick breath. The first thing that caught her eye was his clothes, he wore a deep blue shirt under a well-fitting black suit with an eye-catching bright multi-colored tie that caught the light as he turned towards her. Have I ever mentioned to him that that shade of blue is my favorite?, she wondered. Did he wear that for me? Despite being caught up in her own thoughts, she instinctively began moving towards him.

"Hello, Derrick."

For a moment, Anastasia forgot her concern about not having told Frederick yet about this meeting. For a moment, her only concern was how she looked in this other man's eyes. Was her make-up perfect? Was her hair just right? Did her outfit compliment her figure? Was she exposing enough cleavage to pique his interest?

Will he notice the tops of my stockings peeking out from under my skirt when I sit and cross my legs?, she hoped, while simultaneously feeling guilty about. Wasn't it bad enough she had broken Frederick's rule against wearing stockings on days when they wouldn't be together, but now she stood here hoping this other man would notice them. Tsk, tsk, Anastasia. You are being a very bad little girl today, she chided herself, but then immediately followed that thought with, I wonder whether Derrick really likes bad little girls like me? He seems to flirt with me every time we meet.

As if on cue, Derrick began, "Wow, Anastasia; you never disappoint. That is a gorgeous outfit you've got on today. It's almost too nice to wear. We really should get you out of it as soon as possible." Anastasia felt her cheeks flush.

The dance had begun.