At the Car Wash
Harriet considered her outfit carefully. She needed access, and she needed it fast. Also, she had to be able to hide what she was doing; she wanted a cheap, exciting thrill, not a warrant for her arrest and a restraining order.
After some deliberation, she chose a form-fitting black top that never failed to make her feel sexy, and a loose, floaty knee-length skirt, also in black. Granted, she’d put together a dark-coloured outfit which would absorb heat to wear on one of the hottest days of the year, but she’d be fine. Thankfully she had air-conditioning in the car. Plus, the very idea of what she was about to do was already making her feel all hot and bothered, so it wouldn’t make much difference.
What really mattered, after all, was what they would be wearing. Or, more
