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talking to her ex.  She'd probably been eavesdropping.
    "You know who it was."  Alice stood up to leave the room.
    "Where are you going?" her Mom asked as she headed for the stairs.
     "I've got to shower and wash my hair.  I'm going out tonight." She could hear her mother huffing behind her as she bent down to take off her high heels and carry them up.  When Alice was halfway up the stairs, she turned back.  "What?" she asked.
    "You shouldn't leave me alone so much, you know," her mother pouted.  "I'm elderly.  What if I fell and broke something?"
    Alice shook her head and started back up the stairs.  "Mom, you're only sixty-five, and you do Zumba three nights a week.  You're hardly 'elderly'.  Remind me, and we'll have this discussion again twenty years from now."
    She stopped at the top and called down, "Besides, the last time I planned to stay home to spend the evening with you, you and your friends went to the casino to play Bingo!"
    She missed her mother's response as she headed into the bathroom, quickly stripping down and then turning on the shower.  Before climbing in, Alice took in her reflection in the mirror.  Even at forty-five, Alice still looked good.  Her skin was still smooth, with a healthy glow.  Her hair was thick and glossy.  She climbed in the shower, knowing she could take her time.  It was early, and most clubs never really got going until after 10 pm.  There would be plenty of time to eat, watch a little TV, and maybe even take a nap.
    She gratefully enveloped herself in the warm shower spray and then laughed aloud at a crazy thought — that perhaps she could bring her mother to the club.  Her mom was the most unflappable person she knew.  Alice could always tell her mother anything without fear that she'd react with shock or anger. But she knew it would not only be unprofessional — but downright weird — to bring her mother to The Beaten Path.
    Alice ran her fingers down her body through the soapsuds.  She had lost twenty-five pounds from the stress of the divorce, putting her back at her high school weight of 125.  In fact, she thought her body was perhaps as good as it was back then.  Her abdomen was pleasingly taut, even if her breasts were now heavier and hung lower than they had back then.
    After getting out of the shower and drying off, she critiqued herself in the floor-to-ceiling mirror on her closet door.  A tall, slender woman looked back at her.  She pulled the towel away and tried to look at herself through the eyes of a man.  Could she do it?  Could she get naked in front of a stranger?  If she was even remotely ready for such a thing, she supposed she could.  She was slender but far from fit, soft in places where she should be hard.  All in all, her reflection wasn't too bad, but she made a mental note to renew her gym membership.
    After drying her hair, Alice began to search through her closet for her black separates.  She pulled out her new skinny black jeans and a T-shirt.  Nope, too casual.  Then she remembered a dressy black top with long sleeves and black lace insets.  She usually wore it with its matching skirt, but it might work when paired with the jeans.  She pulled it on, wondering if its high collar was too modest.  Some cleavage would definitely bring this outfit into the realm of club wear.  She unbuttoned her first two buttons and then shrugged and unbuttoned two more.  Oh yes.  Much better.  A pair of dangly earrings and high spiky heels and that was it.  She was ready.
     

Chapter Two
     
    When Alice finally came back downstairs, she found a note from her mother taped to the refrigerator.  "Bingo!" it said, and Alice smiled, knowing her busy mother was not only telling her where she was but that she planned to win.  Her mother's eternal optimism was another thing that Alice found so endearing.
    She fixed a light snack, not wanting to go to the club on an empty stomach, in case she decided to have a drink. At 9:30, she