Rosanna herself

I had deliberately dressed in a high-cut shirt that showed off my belly and a skirt that just barely hid anything and definitely didn't when I bent over. I also refrained from wearing panties or a bra as I really only had one thing on my mind and wearing panties when my pussy was that wet was extremely unpleasant. I must admit, I was a little disappointed when Rosanna appeared behind my door. "Oh, hey, Rosanna. Umm...please come in."

The coyote stepped through my door, giving me a suspicious look. "What, I'm not burly enough for you or something, Kate?" she asked.

"No, it's fine. Umm...why don't I show you the problem," I suggested nervously. As I turned I could feel her eyes travel over my body before she began to follow me. She wasn't wearing her overalls at that time, just a pair of black denim jeans and her trademark orange shirt.

"Yes, let's see this problem. You know, is interesting that you called me. I looked into the history of this house as is standard procedure for these things and the construction seems to be pretty solid. This is the first report of anything going wrong since its construction about 15 years ago," she explained.

"Yeah. Well, all good things and all that," I remarked. "Anyway, the problem is in the bathroom. The sink and the shower have been acting up. Intermittent pressure."

She gave me a blank look and a sigh before slipping by me into the bathroom. "I'm going to be reading in the living room if you need anything," I said and left her to it. Obviously, she wouldn't find anything, and I now had no plans for what to do when she discovered nothing.