Page 25 of Electric Blue Love
“Okay.”
“Alright, 8B. Ever heard of T and A?”
“Umm, what?”
He chuckled. “Tits and ass. These are the two focal points you want to remember when sexting. Okay, now, position yourself so that you’re standing not quite perpendicular to the mirror - let’s call it forty-five degrees since I know you’re going to want specifics. Now turn your upper body, without moving your feet so that your chest is square with the mirror. Got that?”
I did as he said feeling more like a contortionist than a sex object. “Yeah, I think so.”
“Now pop that booty out by tilting your hips toward the ground.” He nodded as I manipulated my body around.
“This is ridiculous. What am I hoping to accomplish by standing all awkward and twisted around?” I tried to focus on moving my hips and lifting my butt. My side hurt from holding the position and I felt utterly ridiculous. And then… “Oh my God.”
I had a waist – a small one and my boobs were on display without outright flashing them and somehow my mostly non-existent butt looked perky and round.
“You’re a genius,” I said as I let the camera fall so he could see at least a portion of the result.
Court’s expression grew serious. “You look gorgeous. Youaregorgeous. Good job. A-plus. When you do it for real, try it with something that shows off more leg.”
I ignored everything but the praise. Gold star.
“Alright, thank you, Yoda. I gotta go study. Talk later?”
He nodded. “Later, 8B.”
I’d planned on sending the image to Todd after it got the Court seal of approval, but it was going to have to wait for when I had more time. I slipped back into my tank and headed out to the living room where Tasha waited for me.
“Finally. I thought you’d fallen asleep in there.”
“Sorry, sorry. I’m here.” If only Tasha knew what I’d been doing, she’d have high-fived me instead of giving me a pouty look. But she’d also demand to know every detail, like she did every time she caught me and Court texting or talking, and I wanted to keep some of it just for me.
“Ready to study for your interviews?”
“Ready.”
Twenty-five minutes later, my mood sufficiently deflated, Tasha was still drilling me with questions.
“Where do you see yourself in five years?”
I stared blankly at Tasha as she read the interview question from her laptop. We were sitting on the couch in our living room, legs tucked up underneath, so we could face one another as she attempted to prepare me for my interviews tomorrow. Tasha had already accepted a job offer in New York with an art gallery she’d interned with last summer. A friend of a friend of a family. It helped to know people – especially in a city like New York.
“These questions are dumb,” I groaned. “I have no idea where I’ll be in five years until I figure out where I’m going to work.”
Undeterred by my pessimism, Tasha read the advice listed on the screen in front of her. “Talk about what type of responsibility you want – leading projects or teams, mention any certifications or additional degrees you’re interested in obtaining.”
“All of that. I want all the responsibility they’ll give me, but I mean come on, it’s an entry level job.”
The truth was, I did have an idea of what I wanted, but I was skeptical that any of it really mattered for the purposes of the interview. I could tell them I planned to be the first female president and they’d probably just nod and ask about my previous experiences.”
I stood and headed for our small kitchen, grabbing two waters from the fridge. “Actually, I’ve been thinking about applying to the master’s program here for next semester. Just in case a job doesn’t work out.”
“Isn’t it a little late for that?”
“Technically, yes, but Dr. Hassup loves me so I think he might be able to pull some strings.”
“I don’t understand.” Tasha closed the laptop halfway and peered over at me. “I thought you were excited about graduating and moving back to the city to be closer to your mom – to your whole family.”
“I am. I just want to explore all my options.”
