Not wearing a bra? To the store? Not so much...

You step gingerly up the stairs, darting into your room as you peel out of the old t-shirt and dig for a bra. Finding a cut black-and-purple number that *sorta* matches your thong, you slip it up your arms and glance around for a top.

The red mini-dress!

You hate that dress. It is, well, too short. Well too short, in fact.

But the naughty things racing through your mind at just the moment make it, well, just the right length. You grab it, slipping it on as you thud back downstairs, grabbing your purse on the way out the door.

You slip Mr. Woods a smile as you saunter along toward the strip mall, just a few blocks away.