Chapter 8
When we got home, I had a new hairstyle, three new business suits, and a serious burning in my loins.
"Aren't you going to model any of your new clothes for me, Annie?" Miranda was asking me with a lecherous look in her eye.
"Didn't you get enough of an eyeful in the dressing room?" I teased. I thought the tailor was going to pass out each time we walked by, hand-in-hand, to try on another suit.
I have to admit, I thought I cleaned up pretty nicely. Of course Miranda had shown me her approval as well, and with each suit I tried on, she leaned in to give me a kiss. They started out small and grew more passionate with each trip to the fitting room. It's probably good that we left after only three, otherwise we might have been thrown out for lewd behavior.
"So what are you hung
