Bad Girl  Bad Girl  I know it’s wrong, yet here I am. My fingers
feel cold yet my lips are burning hot as I reach. My whole hand
begins to tremble, Oh Goddess how did I get to this point? I was
such a good girl! I guess, I was just tired of being ignored.
Request after request falling on deaf ears.  I snatch my hand
back, someones coming!  A sigh of relief, false alarm.. I need
some time, please, just a moment. I wore my best dress tonight,
the slinky red, you know the one. Do you suppose it was the
cause of the problem? I turn my attention back again and my
fingers begin to explore. Terror, I’m going to get caught, no
one will ever respect me again, I mean here, at my best friends
party! But I want it, please, I want it so bad..  I feel like a
bad girl in a commercial as my hand finally closes on it. The
light falls on my dress, sending sparkles around the room. My
long brunette hair falls in waves over my shoulders, my green
eyes lighting up. Oh yes, it’s good, it’s very good. Now I have
no regrets, I’m nev