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Storming down the stairs of Adam's apartment block, I caught a glimpse of myself in the long mirrors that adorned each adjacent wall. My eyes were tearing up. I briskly raised my hand to my face and caught the wetness that was pooling around my eye lid with the side of my finger as I continued down the stairs. I had no intention of smearing my mascara, to appear, outwardly on the street as a damsel in distress. My straightened hair ended at my shoulders and swung to and fro as I carried on down the stairs, a few stray hairs catching themselves in my red lipstick. Our argument had only lasted what must have been a few minutes, Adam was my long-time boyfriend of about ten months. I had agreed to see him this particular evening, catching the bus to his place after he finished work. He had been there all day and so I dressed to impress, having my mind set on perusing a lust filled evening. I arrived to find him still in his work clothes and on the phone to a female colleague, who I knew instinctively had a major thing for him. I wasn’t happy. “Yeah, yeah…” Adam continued on the phone, holding his finger up to me as I walked through the door, ensuring I didn’t break the flow of his precious phone call with bitch face. “No, why? Why don’t you just get it done yourself missy? Instead of asking me to do it for you, hmm?” he continued. My blood started boiling with a preoccupied annoyance. The phone call ended and we were immediately arguing about the situation. After about five ...

... minutes of shouting and quarreling, I rang for a taxi; holding back the upset trembling of my voice down the phone and to my boyfriend before forcing the mobile into my handbag. I whipped the door handle, opening the door; slamming it against Adam’s back wall as I left without either of us speaking another word. Outside, I waited for the taxi to arrive. I was particularly cold, as I had decided to wear a red tartan pleated skirt that finished about four inches above the knee. And I wasn’t wearing leggings. My bare legs were being truly assaulted by the freezing brunt of the wind that ripped through the parking tunnel next to the flat block. I looked down to see the pimples of my freshly shaven legs prickling up from my skin. Past that, my pale flesh was contrasted against black thigh highs and heels. I should have worn a coat, I thought to myself, crossing both arms around my body in an attempt to retain some heat. My white blouse had long sleeves, but the material was to the point of transparency and left nothing to the imagination. Two identical strips of opaque material lined either side of my stomach, and made my white sheer lace bra even more apparently visible. Taking my phone out of my handbag, I took a glance at the time. Ten past eleven. I was almost hoping for a missed call from Adam; there wasn’t one. The taxi pulled around the corner and briefly illuminated my figure with its headlights, creating a shadow on the pavement that spread its way around me like the hand of a ...