TO BE OR NOT TO BE – PART 2

The sun's light streamed in through the windows, it looked like a nice day ahead. Summer hadn't left yet and Autumn was late in coming which meant the weather was just about right to do some sightseeing with my shopping.
I slipped into a pair of black panties with a matching bra, filled out with my silicone breast pads, and a pair of dark opaque pantyhose. I love to show off my legs with a dress or skirt, but being my first time in the Big Apple I figured I'd be somewhat conservative. I choose a pair of black leggings under a long sleeve gray woolen dress and a pair of clunky black army boots.
Checking myself in the mirror, I really liked how my blonde hair was set off by the dark colors I was wearing. I accessorized with a pair of silver and black earrings, a couple of silver rings, and my silver watch with the pink face. I defined my eyes with black liner and mascara, blushed my cheeks lightly in pink, and added a crimson stain to my lips. Then fluffed up my hair, sprayed on some Perry Ellis 360, grabbed my purse, checked out my look, and said aloud, "Let's do it."
I had a list of possible places, a couple were fairly close and it was a nice day, so I thought I would walk. The first thing that hit me was the pace. It seemed everybody was late for something and didn't have a moment to spare. Well, almost everybody. The ones that were not on the move, just sort of hanging around, are the ones to avoid.
The theater was in Hell's Kitchen, half a block off of 8th Avenue and 34th Street. We were staying in a hotel a block and half further down 34th. It was a two block walk to 8th Avenue where all the action is. There wasn't much a crowd on 34th, so I practiced my strut in preparation. But I wasn't prepared for the mass of people flowing up and down both sides of the street. I joined the flow and about two blocks down the street, it hit me. Just like the first time you step into a club and feel that bass go boom, boom, boom inside your body. I thought of a line in Bruce Springsteen's song, "It's So Hard To Be A Saint In The City", "When you walk down the street, you can feel it's heartbeat." That was it, that is what I was feeling, and it felt good. I just knew this was going to be a wonderful experience or else I was still high from the pot I had smoked earlier and I imagined the whole thing. Either way, I had a good feeling.