Dawna moved along as quickly as she could, pausing only to greet the saleswoman who bunked in the compartment next to hers. The vendor had moved her action one car forward in the train, and her goods blocked the aisle as she refolded her one hundred percent polyester turtlenecks around cartons of cigarettes before stowing them in a zippered carryall. Jammed behind the handrail next to her was a biscuit-colored female torso with gently rounded breasts and a fashionably flat stomach. A stick ran down its spine and for another yard below the truncated thighs. The turtleneck saleslady used the partial mannequin during stops to display her fluorescent-toned wares.
She was dressed as usual to outshine the shirts. Her eye-catching frock was decorated with tropical birds and jungle foliage, and s
