It had been weeks since our friends convinced us to join them at a "Charity Ball". Neither one of us was looking forward to, but it was for a good cause, so we agreed.
The day finally arrived and as I buttoned my shirt and put on my tie, I watched with excitement as my wife got dressed. My pulse quickened as she slipped on a seamless nude colored thong and quickened even more as she sat and pulled a pair of platinum silver pantyhose up her legs. I helped her slip her dress on and kissed her on the nape of her neck as I zipped it up. She stepped into a pair of strappy silver heels, buckled the strap and we were out the door.
We arrived at the charity ball and it was not what we were expecting. We were under the impression it was a "formal" dance, but it was more of a "formal costume party". People were dressed from every era. There were women dressed as "flappers" from the 20's, people dressed in "wild west" saloon wear, people dressed in 80's style clothes...It was a hodgepodge of styles. You name it, it was probably there.
We took our seat with our friends. In the process, my wife caught her leg on something on her coat causing a run in her pantyhose. Nothing bad, but still frustrating.
The room was decorated in the same hodgepodge style as the dress. Decorations from every era adorned the room. Each table had their own cake and there were slips of paper on the tables to vote for "King and Queen" of the ball. One of our friends collected them all, along with others from other tables and wrote our names on them, launching a campaign to vote us "King and Queen".
