TOO MUCH TO DREAM LAST NIGHT

Pat preened in the mirror one last time. The outfit was perfect, she thought: stiletto heels, black-is-black tights, a chain-mail tunic cinched with a no-fingerprints vinylite belt. Vampire-mauve nails, mascara-rimmed eyes. For a comehither touch, she’d drawn on sculpted Cupid’s-bow lips and splashed some rouge across her cheeks.