<div class="floatright">(http://s29.postimg.org/iyztzcuhz/Diora_diora_baird_15956871_1097_1500.jpg)</div>A small smile flowered on Dora’s lips at the mention of a cheerleading outfit. She had in fact been a cheerleader in high school, and she was fairly sure she still had one of the outfits at home.<strong>“I was on the varsity squad in my junior and senior year of high school. I still might have the outfit, though the chances of it still fitting is another thing entirely!”</strong>She stuck out her tongue in a self-mocking gesture and then took another sip from the wine. Back when she and Robert had just been married, they had experimented a bit with some roleplaying, and this had included costumes. She had played the naughty secretary and the slutty nurse for him on several occasions. Those tacky little outfits were still somewhere in her closet, though it had been a long time since she had last broken one of them out. That wasn’t about to change quickly, at least not for Roberts benefit.<br/><br/>She giggled at the suggestion of hotdogs as their party food.<strong>“I’d almost go along with that, if I didn’t know it might give some of our guests a literal heart attack.”</strong>She considered Amanda’s suggestion and had an idea.<strong>“Actually, we could ask one of our culinary friends to do something with classic sports event foods. Glam them up a bit, or put a new twist on them.”</strong><br/>