She did a little shake, her idea of a seductive shimmy, and her polyester and tulle dress slid down her androgynous hips, and pooled around her bare feet. Lost among the remains of their late-date dinner of Monterey melts and a BBQ sandwich on Texas toast from Whataburger, she stepped into his arms.
The secluded spot, a cut-through in the woods along the bay bluff, was their special place. They would play there as kids in the summer, jumping into the water from a rope swing.
Tonight it was the Princess Suite, and she was in prom heaven.
Thin spiral notebook 
I have only one question: Who would toss such a lovely tutu?
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As the parent of a tween girl (and an almost-teen boy), this brought a shiver of fear. Well done.
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