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Dumped? Yes and no. She'd dumped her husband, but he'd emotionally dumped her years ago.
Tired of being single? Yes and no. She'd just finalized her divorce and hadn't looked at another man. She should be relishing her new singlehood, but after meeting Chance she was rethinking her options. Maybe she was ready for a new relationship. Had Julia given her name to some dating service to cheer her up?
Ready to live dangerously? Stacy paused. She had taken in a dog without thinking and, for one minute, thought of throwing caution to the wind and asking Chance to spend the night. Maybe she was ready to add some adventure to her life.
Guaranteed results, huh? She looked at the nominal fee and application. It wouldn't hurt to try it out. Stacy went over to her desk and pulled out a pen and looked at the enclosed questionnaire. Then frowned with disappointment when she looked at the questions. They didn't make much sense and weren't as analytical and scientific as she would have expected them to be, but she answered them anyway.
How would you spend five dollars? Only five dollars? She didn't remember the last time she'd spent so little. She quickly wrote down 'I don't know' then scratched it out and wrote instead 'Buy something at a pizzeria' remembering the delicious pizza Chance had bought her.
Do you prefer sugar or salt? Depends on the recipe.
What would your ideal man be like?
Stacy laughed thinking of Nila. Why did that question keep coming up? She didn't think her ideal man existed, although Chance made her wonder. He came pretty close. But she didn't know him that well. She wrote: Sexy, easy to talk to. She paused then tried to think of something else and wrote down'driven'. Marshall hadn't been. Once she finished, she read the "sworn oath" at the bottom of the page: As a member of The Black Stockings Society, I swear I will not reveal club secrets, I will accept nothing but the best and I will no longer settle for less.
Stacy briefly wondered about the secrecy of the club. She couldn't even tell Julia? She pushed any concerns aside. Her life wasn't the way she wanted and this club signified a welcome change. She'd take whatever help they could give. She wrote a check for the nominal membership fee, signed the application and oath then sealed the envelope and put it in the mail.
To her shock, two days later a medium sized package arrived. The package included four pairs of stockings, a membership card that read Stacy Regina Price, Member, The Black Stockings Society , and also included a set of instructions.
Welcome to The Black Stockings Society. Your first assignment is to take your membership card to Chic Spa and Hair salon where you will ask for the deluxe special . Please set plenty of time aside for this appointment. You'll meet with Damion. Once you have completed this assignment you will wear one of your stockings to your next class at the detention center.
How did they know she was teaching a class at the detention center? Why would she wear one of the stockings to the class? How would that help her meet her ideal man? But Stacy pushed her concerns aside, she wouldn't pass up an opportunity for a spa treatment. Stacy immediately called and made her appointment then groaned when she saw what else she had on her calendar: Anger Management Class.
***
It had been a close call. Chance set his razor down and stared at his reflection. His beard was gone and days had passed since he'd last seen Stacy, but he still felt like he was running a fever. She'd always had that effect on him, at times making him tongue tied. When he was around her he sometimes felt like a big, awkward kid, but with a laugh she put him at ease and then made him feel like nothing was impossible. It had been so tempting to stay that night, but he'd had to pull himself away. He didn't want to ruin anything. She still didn't recognize him and he wondered when she
Dumped? Yes and no. She'd dumped her husband, but he'd emotionally dumped her years ago.
Tired of being single? Yes and no. She'd just finalized her divorce and hadn't looked at another man. She should be relishing her new singlehood, but after meeting Chance she was rethinking her options. Maybe she was ready for a new relationship. Had Julia given her name to some dating service to cheer her up?
Ready to live dangerously? Stacy paused. She had taken in a dog without thinking and, for one minute, thought of throwing caution to the wind and asking Chance to spend the night. Maybe she was ready to add some adventure to her life.
Guaranteed results, huh? She looked at the nominal fee and application. It wouldn't hurt to try it out. Stacy went over to her desk and pulled out a pen and looked at the enclosed questionnaire. Then frowned with disappointment when she looked at the questions. They didn't make much sense and weren't as analytical and scientific as she would have expected them to be, but she answered them anyway.
How would you spend five dollars? Only five dollars? She didn't remember the last time she'd spent so little. She quickly wrote down 'I don't know' then scratched it out and wrote instead 'Buy something at a pizzeria' remembering the delicious pizza Chance had bought her.
Do you prefer sugar or salt? Depends on the recipe.
What would your ideal man be like?
Stacy laughed thinking of Nila. Why did that question keep coming up? She didn't think her ideal man existed, although Chance made her wonder. He came pretty close. But she didn't know him that well. She wrote: Sexy, easy to talk to. She paused then tried to think of something else and wrote down'driven'. Marshall hadn't been. Once she finished, she read the "sworn oath" at the bottom of the page: As a member of The Black Stockings Society, I swear I will not reveal club secrets, I will accept nothing but the best and I will no longer settle for less.
Stacy briefly wondered about the secrecy of the club. She couldn't even tell Julia? She pushed any concerns aside. Her life wasn't the way she wanted and this club signified a welcome change. She'd take whatever help they could give. She wrote a check for the nominal membership fee, signed the application and oath then sealed the envelope and put it in the mail.
To her shock, two days later a medium sized package arrived. The package included four pairs of stockings, a membership card that read Stacy Regina Price, Member, The Black Stockings Society , and also included a set of instructions.
Welcome to The Black Stockings Society. Your first assignment is to take your membership card to Chic Spa and Hair salon where you will ask for the deluxe special . Please set plenty of time aside for this appointment. You'll meet with Damion. Once you have completed this assignment you will wear one of your stockings to your next class at the detention center.
How did they know she was teaching a class at the detention center? Why would she wear one of the stockings to the class? How would that help her meet her ideal man? But Stacy pushed her concerns aside, she wouldn't pass up an opportunity for a spa treatment. Stacy immediately called and made her appointment then groaned when she saw what else she had on her calendar: Anger Management Class.
***
It had been a close call. Chance set his razor down and stared at his reflection. His beard was gone and days had passed since he'd last seen Stacy, but he still felt like he was running a fever. She'd always had that effect on him, at times making him tongue tied. When he was around her he sometimes felt like a big, awkward kid, but with a laugh she put him at ease and then made him feel like nothing was impossible. It had been so tempting to stay that night, but he'd had to pull himself away. He didn't want to ruin anything. She still didn't recognize him and he wondered when she
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