Deciding not to wear a bra that night, she picked a pair of lacy red panties from her wardrobe and put them on before slipping into the slinky black d...ress she had chosen. Boasting a bare back and a plunging neckline, this dress was also well above Edelweiss's mid-thigh, showing more than it concealed. Furthermore, it was so tight as to appear that Edel had been poured into it, rewarding the careful observer with a clear outline of her panties and nipples.After checking out her appearance in the. Schaffer smiled, running his fingers along the wall as he left the room. The layer of ice that coated the metal was already beginning to melt.He shuffled past the line of aliens who were waiting in the corridor. While the ceiling was high enough for most of them to stand comfortably, they were almost all too wide for the narrow hallways, making two aliens passing each other practically impossible. He pushed the main entrance door closed, struggling against the wind and snow, trying to prevent. “What happened mom? What are you doing back so early?”“Well there was this guy who put me back into reality”“What are you talking about mom?”“He said that a woman of my age shouldnÂ’t wear clothes like these and should go home and not embarrass myself anymore and he was right. I mean IÂ’m 45 and look at what IÂ’m wearing”We were both drunk so I didnÂ’t really care what was I was saying at this point.“Mom, you might be 45 but you look absolutely amazing. I mean any guy would be lucky to. Basically if it’s not written down then it probably doesn’t exist in my universe. Errands, pick-up times, and that sort of thing. People tend to get pissy when you forget them twice in one day. All I can say is “I’m sorry. I’m not doing it on purpose.” It sucks.I have started a new universe called Warlord. It’s my version of fiddling as Rome burns. I can’t stop this and I’m becoming so aware of the present that I’m starting not to care.What I mean is the only cognitive success I have is here.