Kyle cannot believe his eyes or his ears. He's been studying an incredibly sexy woman sitting at a bar in an outfit that barely covers her body. What makes her more interesting is that she's obviously blind and that she has rejected every man who has approached her. He decides to take a chance with her and is stunned when she invites him into her world of sensory perception. Kyle will learn, however, that what you see, feel, taste, touch and hear is not necessarily what you get.
Wanda Morgan, a tall, longhaired blonde with seemingly never-ending legs, applied the last strip of duct tape to the bottom of the curtains in the hotel room. She took a final glance into the mirror over the chest of drawers and ran her hand through her hair. Satisfied with her appearance she turned to the woman sitting on the bed, a slender Asian woman with jet black hair, who in addition to wearing an extremely short black miniskirt and loose fitting black halter top, was also wearing dark wraparound Oakley sunglasses. "Okay, Annie," Wanda said. "I'm gonna turn off the lights now. If I'm sure everything is okay, I'll let you know and you can take off your glasses."
Wanda flipped the room light off and waited for her eyes to become accustomed to the darkness. After a few minutes or so she was satisfied with her work. The only light in the room came from a small space under the hotel room door and a soft glow from a nightlight attached to the hair dryer hanging on the wall in the bathroom.
"Okay, Annie, you can take them off now."
Annie slipped off the oversized glasses and said, "Thank you. This is perfect. I can make you out, but only as a shadow-like figure. The room is... is perfect."
"Great," Wanda said. "Put the glasses back on and I'll flip on the light. You can take my arm as we go to the bar."
"Maybe you should take my arm." Annie laughed. "I've memorized the path from the room to the elevator and from the elevator to the bar."
"I bet you have," Wanda said. "But I don't want an argument from you. In those heels you're going to be on unsteady ground as it is. We don't want any accidents before we get to the bar."
"Okay," Annie said. She carefully stood up, steadied herself on her three-inch heels and held out her arm for Wanda to take.
Wanda hooked arms with her and led her toward the elevator. "Your skirt is really short," she said. "Are you sure you want to wear it?"
Annie gave Wanda a knowing smile. "Is it shorter than yours?"
Wanda glanced down at her royal blue tube top dress and laughed. "No," she said.
"Then I should be okay."
"It depends on what you mean by okay," Wanda said. "But you do look fabulous. You're going to get a lot of attention."
"I hope so," Annie said. "That's what we're here for, right?"
