Incident in San Francisco (Chapter 9, page 2 of 3)


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Chapter 9

The choice of clothing suitable for the Cow Palace event was more difficult. What did one wear to a rodeo? Of course she'd seen lots of Western movies, but certainly her extensive wardrobe did not include anything remotely like a Stetson hat, a fringed cowboy shirt, or cowboy boots. She had a pair of very nice leather hiking boots, not too bulky, and decided on those both for the plane and the rodeo. The blue jeans, she did have, and quickly added a pair to her bag. These were nicely faded, but not worn-looking. In fact, they hadn't been worn since they were washed last, and she knew that they'd look great on her. She also knew that she didn't want to sit in an airplane seat for five hours in jeans that tight, so she set aside a more loose-fitting pair of designer jeans for the trip. She also had a slightly-faded blue denim jacket which would go with the jeans, and which she might need for a San Francisco night. It could also be chilly on the plane, and wearing it would free up space in her luggage, so she set it aside to wear later.

That left just the choice of a top for the rodeo, and another for the plane. For the rodeo, she finally settled on a shirt with vertical blue-and-white stripes, which she thought looked somewhat Western. It helped that it was fitted, tapered at the waist and with darts at the bustline to accentuate her figure. I may not look exactly like a cowgirl, she thought, but in this shirt, I know I'll look good. For the plane, she took less time in choosing another shirt, this one more loose-fitting, in a yellow which she knew went well with her black hair.

A quick glance at her watch showed that she just had time for a shower, so she called to have a taxi there in 20 minutes. She stripped off her clothes, hung the outer garments in their assigned places, then dropped the undergarments in the clothes hamper in her closet and closed the hamper lid. Then she took a very quick shower, thankful that she'd washed her hair that morning. The hot water cascading over her body took away some of the day's tiredness and helped refresh her for the coming trip, and the brisk scrubbing with the towel as she dried off brought her fully awake and ready for the experience ahead. She had packed some of her sexier underwear, just because she felt good when she was wearing it under her more severe work clothes, but for the plane ride had opted for panties with a little more material, and she slipped into those. The rest of the clothes she had set out were added, her hair was brushed into place and given a light mist of hair spray, her lipstick was applied quickly and expertly, and she was waiting in the apartment building lobby when the cab pulled up.

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