<i>Wouldn't he freak out?</i><br/><br/>She couldn't keep the smile from her face as she checked her reflection, pausing to trail her french-manicured fingertip along the underside of one full, red-brown-painted lip.  "Juliet," she tipped her face to let the flower-ring she wore on her head dangle one long white ribbon across her cheek, accompanied by one of her shoulder-length auburn locks.  "Oh, but without her Romeo?"<i>He'd die... he'd say he was humiliated, he couldn't stand it...</i><br/><br/>Hillary may have looked a bit less like the virginal bride of the literary character and more like some seasoned harlot of a step-sister, but Hillary was very happy with the final costume: she'd a petticoat of sorts-- layered tulle slit high for dancing, under a wine-red velvet dress with a neckline that revealed three inches of the pale vanilla cleavage she'd been endowed with.  All this over a much less 'traditional' pair of black sheer thigh-high stockings, a pair of black silk panties embroidered with silver roses, and a very non-Juliet push-up bra.  A belly-chain rested in the crook of her tapered, carefully-sculpted waist above the flare of her hips-- her boyfriend, her "Romeo," had never understood how marvelously difficult it was to keep a waist fit for one to rest on.<br/><br/>But like everything else she did for him, he didn't really appreciate it, did he?<i>He'd SAY he was humiliated, but really, he'd be so turned on he'd start humping the furniture.</i>Yes, she was a Juliet alright-- if Romeo had gone off to Oregon with some tree-humping slut he got pregnant.  But tonight, she was going to make an impression-- one that would reach him no matter WHERE he was.  She might only have one more year left of college, but all that she'd been repressing so she could keep a decent reputation?  Gone.  Tonight, inhibitions were out of the question.<br/><br/>She crossed the party's living room floor, drawing eyes, whispers, and even a wolf-whistle as she made her way, shoulders back, ass swinging as she practically crossed her high-heeled feet with each step.  She entered the poker room and, a slight flush immediately crossed the exposed tops of her breasts and lit up her cheeks.  She arched a brow, tipped her head, and grinned.  "Well-- Happy Halloween."  She winked and sat two seats over from the young woman at the table.