"What beverage would that be comparable to? A water bottle? Or...?"
"It's normal. Just say six. You'll like that. That's nice and average."
Average?How boring. I wanted above average. I typed in seven and clicked back to the home screen before she could see. Then I went to RSVP:
Realty Meeting
Tuesday, April 11, 8:30 p.m.
Frankie Underwood Realty
One57, Suite 212
New York, NY 10019
One57? I almost squealed. That’s where my stalker lived.I think. I didn’t know for sure because he was really hard to stalk.
Below were two options. Accept or Decline. I prepared myself to swat Chastity's hand away when she inevitably tried to click "Accept" without my permission. But she didn't.
"What are you gonna do?" she asked.
"You mean you aren't going to force me to go?"
"No. I'm kind of hoping that you don’t."
"Why?" I eyed her suspiciously. What was her end game here? I tried to think of what Single Girl Rule would make me deny aninvitation to go on a date at an illicit sex club. But my mind was coming up empty. Really denying it would go against the general principle of the rules.
"Because if you don't go, then I'm going in your place."
Ah. That makes sense. I looked back at the address. It was tempting to just give her my phone and call it a day. I was really out of my element here. But…One57.I’d been spying on that building for months. And now I had an opportunity to get in and explore/stalk. How could I pass that up? If slipping on the envelope had been a sign that I shouldn't go, this felt like a sign that I should. More importantly, what if Frankie Underwoodwasmy stalker. I'd never forgive myself for letting Chastity go in my place. Before I could change my mind, I clicked "Accept." My stomach immediately started twisting in knots.
"Was that for me or for you?" asked Chastity. She sounded hopeful.
"I'm not sure yet." Images of some creepy dude named Frankie trying to bang me in a cheap apartment made my skin crawl. And it got even worse when I thought about the expected behaviors listed in the contract. He wouldn't just bang me. He'd bang me without protection. While other people watched. Maybe some would even join in. And thanks to my preferences, Frankie would probably have a humungous double-soda-can dong. God, what had I been thinking? "How about we both get ready, and then if I chicken out, you can go in my place?"
"Good enough for me," agreed Chastity.
We spent the next half hour going through all my clothes. The first outfit was too formal. And the next was something Chastity thought her grandma would wear. I tried to up the sexiness factor by putting on my best heels. They were white with a little bow on top. I had worn them for my wedding. And my college graduation. And prom. Actually, they were my only heels.
Chastity laughed in my face when she saw them. "Those are like two inches tall. Where are your other shoes?"
I pointed to a shoe rack in the corner of my room.
"No, I meant your heels."
"This is it."
"Come on, stop messing with me."
"I'm being serious. Have you ever seen me wear any other heels?"
"No, but what about when we go shoe shopping? You always love the craziest heels. I just assumed you came back later and bought them so I wouldn't know that you wore them to seduce Joe."
"Nope. Looking at shoes is my guilty pleasure, but I know I could never pull them off like you do."
"Says who?"
Good question.The first thing that came to mind was my fear that I'd break my ankle if I wore shoes that tall. My mom hadplanted that idea in my head. Or maybe it was because she called them hooker heels whenever my little sister wore them. Actually, no. I knew the real answer. "Joe. He always said they were a waste of money. And that they looked bad on me."
