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before we go back to change and grab your bag.”
    It was irritating that he knew what was going on and I didn’t.   But I smiled and started on my walnut salad.
    “No clue as to what we’re doing tonight?”
    “I will tell you in the truck before we get there.   You cannot steal my element of surprise.”   John sipped at his tiny cup of soup, looking up at me with mischievous eyes.
    Not a spaz.   Nope, wasn’t going to be a spaz.   I smiled back at   him
    “Relax, I was just curious.   Don’t be such a spaz,” I said winking at him.
    After our dinner, we were lead back to our changing room where we changed back into our clothes.   Instead of leading me to the truck, he pulled my hand and led me into a beauty salon adjacent to the building we were just in.
    “Can I help you?”   The lady behind the desk looked annoyed.
    He slid his business card to her.   “I have an appointment for the both of us.”
    She looked at the name and typed it into her computer.   “I see.   Come with me.”   She stood from behind the desk in her stiletto heels.
    John and I followed her into the salon.   “Have a seat, someone will be right with you.”
    “Hello, I’m Raul.   How can I help you today?”   A short thin man approached me from behind and started inspecting my hair immediately.
    “I want her to have slutty hair and make-up.   Do her up like a high class porn star.”   John didn’t bat an eyelash as a woman started combing through his hair, spraying it with water.
    “You want this?” Raul asked me.
    “Whatever the man says,” I agreed, praying I wouldn’t regret it.
    “Fake eyelashes, the whole nine yards,” John added.   “I don’t want working girl slutty, porn star slutty.   Can you do it?”
    “You were promised this on the phone?” Raul asked, raising an eyebrow.
    “Yes, sir.”
    “Very well then.   Darling, your hair was just chemically treated, yes?” he asked.   That was a hair dresser’s polite way of asking if I had a dye job.
    “Yes, two weeks ago.”
    He frowned then began working, aggressively scrubbing my hair, leaving little skin on my scalp.   When he was done giving me sexy hair, which included temporary extensions, he sat me down with a cosmetologist.
    “Special night, huh?” she asked.
    “I have no idea.   This is all a surprise, but having my date ask to have me made up like a porn star has me a little worried.”   I snickered.
    “Yes, well I’m going to interpret his man-terms into a Smokey dramatic eye with long eyelashes and a bold lip.”   She smiled as she started using a cotton round with some sort of astringent cleaner on my face.
    “Good, I won’t look like a two dollar whore then, right?”
    “Oh honey, I couldn’t do that to a woman.   You’ll look great, you have my word.   Dramatic, not trashy is my promise.”   With an application sponge, she started laying foundation.
    It took her awhile but when she was done, she turned my chair toward the mirror.   True, it was dramatic and a lot heavier than anything I’d normally wear, but I didn’t feel like a hooker.
    “That’s hot!”   John was standing behind me looking in the mirror.   He pulled money out of his wallet and put it on her counter.   “Let’s go, we need to get back and change.”

SWINGING
     

    I stood in my apartment, bag waiting on the couch.   My black dress was short, as requested and I had knee high black leather boots to match.   If my look didn’t scream “fuck me,” nothing did.
    John had some sort of plan for me tonight.   A million things had run through my mind and I still had no idea what he had planned.   I hated waiting, especially when I had no idea what I was waiting for.   When the door finally opened with John standing in the entry, I started to relax.
    “Fantastic!”   He waved me over.   “Come on, let’s get out of here.”
    “Still not telling me where we’re going?”   I asked.
    “We’re not in the truck yet,” he