Sympathy for the Devil
I stood there gawk ing at the leggy brunette, in her skin tight, electric blue satin dress, standing tall and straight, with a clipboard cradled in the crook of her elbow . Her dress was slit far enough up on one side that I could easily make out that she was a garter and stockings kind of gal. Except, I think her stockings were actually painted on, like I’m told the ladies did during the years of rationing during World War II. Given her headful of loose curls, held in place with an adorable matching blue bow, I think 1940s pin-up girl might have been exactly the look she was going for.
But then there were the coal black Wayfarers that covered her eyes—the only anachronism in her entire ensemble. Anyway, it didn’t matter, s he looked hot and she knew it . I suppose
