“Sit. She yanked open her dresser–old stuff–and grabbed a loose gray tank top and black gym shorts, the fabric worn and baggy. “This is it,” he said, voice warm with certainty, adjusting the straps, biceps flexing smoothly, letting it stay, the decision sinking in like a quiet victory.

Pantyhose came next, and he opened the drawer with a grin, fingers brushing over a rainbow of options–sheer, matte, bold, subtle. She tucked it in quickly and then got out of the car, but instead of going right inside,erotic she came around to the driver’s side.