The image of herself was so real, so palpable, that Sharon actually lost her balance. For a startling instant, Sharon had seen herself on this very street at this very time wearing clothes she'd seen not an hour ago in her closet. Well, you might call them clothes: a sort of Eisenhower jacket made entirely of clear plastic, like a child's raincoat, with vented shoulders; a see-thru lace bra; a fishnet miniskirt over a black satin g-string; 6 1/2 inch stiletto heels in red velour with little bows at the back.
Sharon instinctively felt her clothing, ironically hoping to find the skimpy silver top and short black skirt.
Sun Feb 24 18:50:43 2002