When Logan heard the knock on the door about an hour later, the first thought was finally. Thinking Max was late, he glanced down at his watch. 8:03. Late. He wrenched open the door, and his second thought was…well he didn't have a second thought, after he saw Max; he became completely incapable of any thoughts at all.
She was wearing a simple black dress, a thin string halter-top tied around her neck, leaving her shoulders bare. Her hair was a mass of dark curls, framing her face, brushing her shoulders. The beautiful creation flowed down, tight enough to captivate, loose enough to make you wonder. It ended mid thigh, where smoky black pantyhose hugged long, thin legs, all the way down to the sky scraper high heels that lifted Max several inches above her normal height.
Her face remained sober throughout the lengthy study. She finally cracked when Logan opened and shut his mouth a couple times without making any noise. She brought a hand to her mouth and giggled helplessly. "If you could only see the look on your face. It is almost worth letting Cindy whore-ify me."
Logan had finally rolled his tongue back into his mouth he managed to say, "Cindy is responsible for this?" Max nodded. He grabbed her hand and dragged her inside the door, kicking it shut behind him. He pulled her along to the phone, grabbing it and dialing one handed as he continued to hold Max at an arms length.
"Cindy? It's Logan. I just wanted to thank you for that poor excuse for a dress you shoved Max into." As he hung up they both heard the burst of laughter echo out of the earpiece.
"Why are you thanking her? I am the one who had to walk through South Market in this get up. Do you know how many marriage proposals I got?
"No." Logan replied.
"Either do I, I lost count after a while."
She was wearing a simple black dress, a thin string halter-top tied around her neck, leaving her shoulders bare. Her hair was a mass of dark curls, framing her face, brushing her shoulders. The beautiful creation flowed down, tight enough to captivate, loose enough to make you wonder. It ended mid thigh, where smoky black pantyhose hugged long, thin legs, all the way down to the sky scraper high heels that lifted Max several inches above her normal height.
Her face remained sober throughout the lengthy study. She finally cracked when Logan opened and shut his mouth a couple times without making any noise. She brought a hand to her mouth and giggled helplessly. "If you could only see the look on your face. It is almost worth letting Cindy whore-ify me."
Logan had finally rolled his tongue back into his mouth he managed to say, "Cindy is responsible for this?" Max nodded. He grabbed her hand and dragged her inside the door, kicking it shut behind him. He pulled her along to the phone, grabbing it and dialing one handed as he continued to hold Max at an arms length.
"Cindy? It's Logan. I just wanted to thank you for that poor excuse for a dress you shoved Max into." As he hung up they both heard the burst of laughter echo out of the earpiece.
"Why are you thanking her? I am the one who had to walk through South Market in this get up. Do you know how many marriage proposals I got?
"No." Logan replied.
"Either do I, I lost count after a while."