Trixie wiped the steam from the bathroom mirror with her hand and regarded the image she saw there. She loved being a part of the co-ed soccer team that Tad had formed. Today’s game had been rough and she was relishing the feel of a hot shower on her sore muscles. She also needed the privacy of the shower to think. Earlier in the day, she and Tad had lagged behind the rest of their soccer team as they left the field. The conversation between the two progressed and Trixie found herself on the receiving end of many compliments from Tad. Even though she was blushing, she found that she appreciated the compliments and his interest in her playing. She was taken by surprise when Tad asked her out to dinner. Pleased, she immediately said yes. She tossed her gear into her car and hurried home to shower and change. Now, as she stood in front of the mirror, her mind recalled the pleasant memories of her time with Tad.

"I always thought I had to be with Jim to be happy. Boy, was I wrong!" She rolled her eyes as she remembered Jim telling her how much he loved her but how he needed to direct all of his energies towards his goal.

"So now I spend a lot of time with Tad, and you know what," she asked herself, "I like it. I really like it." Trixie opened the bathroom door and dashed to her room. After dressing, she viewed herself in her mirror and was pleased with what she saw. Her style wasn’t too dressy but definitely alluring. Her face was glowing and her curls were soft. Her lips were lightly glossed. Her snug jeans accentuated her healthy body and the low-cut peasant blouse clung to her curves. She slipped on her sandals and went downstairs to wait for Tad. Within a few minutes, she heard his car in the driveway and then his footsteps on the porch.

"Hey, Tad, come on in," invited Trixie.

Tad stepped into the house and looked at his date. He was again convinced that asking Trixie to be on his soccer team was the best idea he’d ever had. He watched as Trixie grabbed her purse and a sweater, his eyes never losing sight of her firm posterior or the flimsy shirt draped over her breasts.

"Let’s go," Trixie said and Tad opened the door. The two bounded down the steps and got into Tad’s car.

"Where are we going for dinner?" asked Trixie, her eyes skimming Tad’s tight jeans.

"I thought we could eat at Rotolo’s Villa in White Plains." answered Tad.

"Oh, yummy," said Trixie.

"I couldn’t agree more," remarked a smiling Tad as he glanced down at his date sitting next to him in the car.