She spied something in the back of the closet that caught her eye. A few years prior, she had purchased a wild outfit to show herself off, for then hu...band, after she had caught him cheating on her with his secretary. “Let him eat his heart out,” she had thought, “I’ll be the wild-child and then dump his sorry ass.” The bright-red, vinyl micro mini skirt, barely covered her behind. The white, halter-bra top she selected was likewise about half the size that she would have liked it to be, if she. Fter having a restless night alternating having wet dreams about Kathy and having nightmares about The Bitch, a tired Greg shuffled into his office. He took a sip of his coffee, set down his "I I’m sure Rodrigo could see my agitation and worry as he tried to reassure me of his good intentions, “Do not worry, Mr. Connelly. I think your mother is a beautiful woman. I will be very good to her and treat her with respect.”I could not help but ask, “Does this happen often. I mean women on vacation and all, ... you know?”Rodrigo shook his head, “Not as often as you would think. This is a family resort. Couples with kids. Honeymooners, Very few unattached women as beautiful as your mother.. Part of my plan was factored on the fact that she had changed clothes at the store into a long halter-topped sundress. She unclipped the garters and peeled off the plain but sheer stockings she was wearing. Holding the lace pair up, she examined their length and elasticized tops. “Won’t need the garter belt,” she announced and put her hands under the skirt and behind her back. This came off too. Then she slipped on the lace stockings. Standing, she smoothed them on her legs. Holding her dress.