One car passed on the roadway and Jackie could see an elderly woman’s face widen with surprise when she caught sight of a bare bottom. Her husband looked as well, with more interest, and he got an earful for his trouble, but even so, Jackie saw him looking back repeatedly as the two of them drove away.
Helen tumbled out of the passenger seat, reached back in to turn on the interior lighting and stepped aside for Jackie to take her place. She got in, pulled the hair from her face and re-loaded her glass. Clair was already feeling tipsy and raring to go. Helen kicked off her sandals and climbed up on the hood; a camera swinging wildly from her neck. The convertible top was down and she leaned in over the windshield to check the lighting and her focus.
“Ok,” she instructed Clair. “Just like
