Daisy pays "Scarlet" a visit

On Saturday morning, Daisy dressed herself up in the most conservative clothes she owned. Unfortunately, the floral top was still a little cleavage-y, and the pants were fitted very close to her ass. Working in Mr. Johnson's office didn't often call for church wear. In her defence, with her ass, it was hard to avoid. To keep herself from being recognized by the *many* people who had seen her getting fucked a few nights earlier, she put on her biggest pair of sunglasses and wore a scarf over her head. If she were going out for lunch, she would have looked very elegant.

Daisy didn't have a car of her own, but she borrowed one from her friend from time to time, and her friend was out of town with her very loving boyfriend this weekend. That made her feel even worse. She tried not to think about Mr. Johnson as she drove out from the parking garage and toward the suburb where her boss's old flame lived. It didn't take long to get there, and she recognized the house. It was hard to forget the site of your largest embarrassment since getting kicked out of your parents' house.

She could hear kids playing in the backyard as she approached the front door. *MILF,* she thought, involuntarily. She sighed. Was that what her brain had come to? Nobody answered the door the first time she rang the bell, but when someone finally came, she thanked God (who was probably not on her side at this point) that it was "Scarlet" who answered the door.

"Hi," she said like a complete dumbass. "I'm sorry to bother you..."

"Scarlet" sighed. She really was a beautiful woman. Taller than Daisy by a good three inches and wearing a green summer blouse that made her look like a queen. She really knew how to work her colors. Her shining red hair was tied up in a soccer mom ponytail. "I remember you," she said.