![]() ![]() Hester’s mother rubbed her back but the lecture she rattled off was hard to stomach and Hester found herself in tears. It was really upsetting, all she had wanted was to have some fun, she hadn’t even gone home with a guy that night. The pun was bad but the rest of the visceral language effectively labeled her as a slut. Hester felt her a lump rise in her throat as she read the defamatory comments in the article about how today’s youth were 'bad eggs’. She hadn’t been named but she knew local people would recognise her. There was photo of Hester from the party. It was the online version of the local paper. Her mother had taken her phone out and was peering down the end of her nose through her glasses as she scrolled and found what she was looking for. “Hester were you at a party on Friday night?“ "Not really hun.” her mother paused, exhaled and drowned. It wasn’t too long before her mother returned with a tray and sat down beside her. She dreading hearing some bad family news but she thought it was stranger that her Mom hadn’t called her straight away. She could hear the kettle froth and the tinkle of her mother stirring tea cups. Hester’s mind was reeling as she sat at one end of the sofa. ![]() She could sense a subtle hostility, her mother was annoyed at something. How come? ” Hester anxiously rubbed her arm. Hester’s mother looked up from the breakfast counter with a troubled expression. Uncle Stevie lived just down the road and Mom was always babysitting his kids so it was surpprising they weren’t already here painting eggs. Hey am I early? We’re is uncle Stevie and his kids?“ she asked. The next day she had drive round to her Mom’s, it was a family tradition to get together and have a roast. She tried to sleep through most of it but while she lay in bed she frequently checked her social media feed which was ablaze with pictures and comments from the night. Needless to say the next day was effectively written off with a horrendous hang over. After getting her first 'up and down’ look from a grinning taxi man arrived to deliver her to the venue, she felt empowered by her bold choice and text her friends to let them know they’d soon get to see the outfit she’d been working on secretively. It was the most daring and exposing thing she had ever done in public but she steeling herself with the knowledge it was a 'costume’, after all Wondermen essentially thought crime in a leotard. What was it that made the playboy girls so eye catching? They were lingerie models. She just looked like a girl wearing bunny ears. Then she swaped out for a shorter more hugging dress but it still wasn’t the right ‘look’. At first she had been willing to wear bunny wears and dress. ![]() It came down to a question of commitment. Bunny ears at Easter time, it was sure to get a laugh, although the outfit was harder to finalise than she had anticipated. The play bunny outfit had seemed like a brullent idea. For young 20-something Hester that meant going out with her friends for a wild night of reckless carefree partying since no one would have work or college to get up for in the morning. ![]()
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