Approach Mrs. Martinez

"They sure change slowly, huh?" you ask as you sidle up to the tan skinned woman. You make it so they change even slower, giving the two of you time. She nods in agreement, rolling her eyes.

"When I was in high school we changed as fast as we could to get out there," she says. "And all of their clothes are so much more revealing!"

You look her over, the zipper on her red tracksuit all the way up. "You know, it can't hurt to show off your figure a little. I'm sure your new husband would like that."

She turns to you and smiles. "Good point," she says, unzipping her top just far enough to show her chest above her cleavage. With a mental push from you, she zips it farther down until the top of her bra is showing.