garter belt, suspenders, a stolen glances at her employer. he was dragging a sailers shirt over his head. she pull the mini skirt down ‘its got'a face the right way’, it was tattered like a sluty tinkle-bell. a fleeting check of the mirror again. plump mahogany lipstick a little off center she better... “quickly! the seen almost finished” whispered like the rasp of sandpaper. she grabbed her waist coat, undid another butt...