The Blistered One

At twenty six years, as a Capricornia, I felt that as I grew older I become much younger, hotter and naughtier also. Though with time I did shed the baby fat, I was still sort of the chubby type. A chubby who had the right curves and moves. Glancing at the large mirror as I passed by the lingerie department, I remarked that curvy silhouette in that formal blue knee length dress and that heart shaped face. Those plush lips inherited from Rica and those ever present dimples on the cheeks. That killer smile and light grey eyes are a sure shot direct to the heart. Well, the way my mum sees it of course.
'Who would believe that?' I thought as my eyes wandered on the hoardings leaving the lingerie section behind. An illegitimate child born and brought up by two mothers in the poor suburbs of Pretoria. Rica, the biological one and Naomi. One thing common between these two is that both of them have illegitimate children. Fate, must say.
With little effort I selected the nail polishes. The blue, purple and golden ones designed specifically for nail art purposes. On my way to the cashier's counter, the naughtier side overpowered me. Instinctually I stopped at the Lingerie section and grabbed the dark Lace Wrist Tie from Suzette's Collection, the latest, as per the hoardings. I sizzled as I imagined myself tying my hands on the side of the delicate dark eyelash lace with the sexy red ribbons while the dark brown bra complemented the dark skirt which danced on my wide curvy hips.
'So daring!' I murmured and grabbed the displayed lingerie to have a better feel. At that instant, I heard a familiar voice. That voice which my soul can recognize in any part of the world. That voice, to which my body reacts to. That voice which is so different from others. The deep and sonorous tone resounded in my ears.