If they knew that when she had completed the tasks she had set herself she would shower, comb out her straight black hair to her shoulders–or in certain moods pile it up elaborately on her head–and then select the lingerie, footwear and jewelry she would wear for the rest of the evening…
That she would then walk–slowly, sensuously—from room to room in her apartment, back and forth, stopping occasionally to strike a sexy pose, displaying herself for the man she hoped one day to meet…
That these walks always ended in front of the full-length mirror in her bedroom; that there she would softly speak to herself the endearments and appreciations she longed to hear from someone else…
That sometimes she said other things to the woman in the mirror: filthy, nasty things;
