Take the day off.

"Screw it," Evelyn muttered to herself.

She shrugged, rising to her feet and sliding the door to her closet shut. She took a moment to admire her body in the mirror, putting a hand to her right breast then on her hips. She wiggled her hips a little then turned, glancing over her shoulder to look at her ass. After she was satisfied with her appearance, from her hair down to her painted toenails, she took her white bath towel from the bed and wrapped it around her. It wasn't a large towel by any means (not that it mattered), barely covering her nipples and barely covering her pussy when it was wrapped around her. It wasn't like it was lingerie, though; it was simply a towel. Still, as she made her way to the living room an array of naughty thoughts surged through her mind, taking the place of the anxiety of being late.

She made her way to the couch, picking up the phone as she did so. She feigned a cough a few times until she was satisfied it sounded at least a little realistic then dialed the restaurant's number. After a few rings, someone picked the phone up and immediately began to speak.

"Hello, this is the Voltaic Cafe, how may I help you," the woman's voice inquired. Eve knew who it was; Samantha, a twenty two year old waitress attending a nearby community college. She feigned a cough then spoke in the most miserable voice she could muster.

"Ugh. Hi, Sam. It's Evvy," she said.

"Oh. Carter's pissed you're not here, you know. What's going on?" Sam asked.

"I'm sick. I think it's a--", she paused to feign a sneeze, "--ugh.. stomach flu. I don't think I'll be coming in today. Could you pass that along to him, please?"

"Sure thing. Hope you feel better," Samantha replied in a sympathetic tone.

"Thanks, Samantha. Have a nice day. G'bye," Evelyn mustered through her fake pathetic voice.

"Bye bye," Samantha said. Evelyn hung up and stretched, the cool air of her apartment flowing over her. She let out a content sigh and flicked on the television. She changed it to CNN -- someone's dog was stuck in a drain, a school bus had flipped in Kentucky but no one was hurt. It was obviously a slow news day. She changed it to a movie channel and let it run in the background as she went to the kitchen to fix herself some breakfast (in this case, a sandwich).

As she made her food, she wondered what to do with her day off. The possibilities were endless. She could go clubbing (though that wasn't too fun until after dark), go to a bar, go to a movie or anything really. Throughout it all, she was vaguely aware of a pervasive, tingling heat from between her legs.