"So are you wearing thigh-high stockings under your dress?" Samantha asked.

"Actually," Laura said, for some inexplicable reason she wanted to impress, maybe even shock, this brazen woman, "I'm wearing garters and stockings."

"Is this a secret rebellion, or does squeaky clean have a naughty side?" Samantha asked, her hand moving ever so slowly, like a snail looking for a warm place for shelter, up the prey's leg.

Laura noticed the woman's hand moving up her leg. This wasn't the first time she'd been hit on by a woman. Not even the first time this week, but for some reason she wasn't rejecting this particular advance. It could have been...