FICTION

ESCAPE

Kathy 5-P-4 FPE

Michele Duval applied the finishing touches to her lips, filling in the outline with considered brush strokes, examined herself carefully in the vanity mirror, and satisfied with the image reflected back at her, came away from her dressing table.

She removed her fitted housecoat and placed it on a silken padded hanger and hung it carefully in the closet from which a faint scent of perfume drifted out.

Most carefully she donned a black formal evening gown, cut low in front and much lower in the back. The lines of the dress were most ele- gant in their simplicity and depended for effect on the shapely form now contained in it.

Casually walking over to the full length mirror on her bedroom wall she inspected, very critically, the over-all appearance she made and was apparently pleased. The dress fitted perfectly, and the cleavage of her bosom was just right—interesting and exciting—but not brazen or crude.

Casually picking up the light colored mink stole and over-the-elbow gloves which she had previously laid out, she made her way down to the lower level of her home. If anyone had been present they would have admired the grace and poise with which she descended the stairs- provided, of course, that they could take their eyes off of the delicate features of her face beautifully proportioned and made up.

Glancing at the jewelled watch on her slim wrist, she noted that it was just about time to leave for the reunion which was planned for this evening.

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