I took a taxi. I was scared I might get lost. I knew that it would cost too much, but I wanted to be there on time. I didn’t want to have to call his number. I didn’t want to hear his voice and ask him for directions.

I shifted around in the cab in my skirt and I knew I was wrong. This skirt was really way too short for me. My thighs were straining. Then I thought about the pants again. I almost laughed. Instead, I made a sound like choking.

I wondered how my pussy smelled and swallowed. The cab seats were like carpets and they smelled like a funeral home. I wondered if someone had sat where I sat now, knees buckling, like me, but in place of two tightly clasped hands, a tight plastic-wrapped bouquet of lilies. I looked at my lap and I frowned and I looked out the window and frowned. I looked out of the window and felt really old for some reason.