I lost track of time as I played; movement from the corner of my eye drew my attention. The note I held rung throughout the garage as my eyes lay upon Emily. Her brown, wavy mane was as tussled as ever, and her sparkling emerald eyes shone with a light that was dimmed only by her dazzling smile. Jen had obviously left, and Emily had found the time to change for bed. The long, black t-shirt hung halfway down her thigh, leaving a pale swath of skin about three inches wide on display where her socks ended.

These women and their thigh-high socks were going to be the end of...