Vicky Stark in the Nip Slip
It was a hot day in July. I was sitting at my computer working when the doorbell rang. When I opened it there stood a tall woman wearing a tight black dress and carrying an overnight bag. She looked to be around 5’7 “and had shoulder length dark hair with blue eyes that sparkled under her glasses.” Hi! “She said cheerfully.” My name is Vickie, you must be Erica! “The way she spoke made me think of some kind of old fashioned librarian from back home.
“Hi!”, I replied.
I invited her inside
