by J.D. Rogers
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As soon as we reached the city, we swung by my condo so Gladrielle could change.
“What should I wear?” she said. She was surveying my closet, which was stuffed with a little bit of everything.
“What were you wearing the last time you met?”
“An off the shoulder white linen . . . .”
She uttered a word I wasn't familiar with. I couldn't even tell you if the word was elfish or ancient Egyptian or something else.
“I'm not familiar with that word,” I said. “I've only been around for thirty years, and I only speak one language.”
“I'm not sure how to translate it,” Gladrielle said. “Sarong maybe.”
I dug through my stuff, pulled out a blue latex dress, and held it in front of Gladrielle. “Try this.”
It was a simple design, sleeveless with a scoop neckline. It stopped short of mid thigh, leaving a lot of leg on display, and like me, Gladrielle had a lot of leg to display. Plus it was tight, it would show off her figure and match her dark blue hair and eyes. I found a pair of dark blue heels that would match and handed them to her.
“I'm not used to high heels,” she said.
“Really? Five thousand years old and you've never worn high heels?”
“I didn't say I had never worn them, I just said that I wasn't used to them.” Gladrielle took what I gave her and headed into the bathroom to wash and change. When she reappeared, she looked at me and said, “Aren't you changing?”
I was still wearing the black pantsuit and white silk blouse I donned for my meeting with the elf council. Since this meeting was business and not pleasure, I saw no reason to change. Besides, with Gladrielle decked out in form fitting latex, no one would even notice that I was there. There aren’t too many females on this planet that can overshadow me, but Gladrielle was definitely one of the few that could.
“Tonight isn't about me,” I said.
“I suppose it isn't.” She ran her hands across her stomach and hips. “How do I look?”
“Like the immortal you are.”
“You think he'll remember me?”
“If he doesn't then he was right. The human brain isn't designed to hold five thousand years worth of memories.”