The voice startled her from her reverie. Her eyes refocused from the desirable dress in the shop window to the images reflected in the glass. Vanity dictated that she assessed and approved her own reflection before discovering the source of the voice. The figure-hugging pants accentuated her slim hips and small waist; her breasts were emphasized by a tight Jazzy Tee.
Involuntarily, her hands tugged, smoothed and preened. From the reflection, the owner of the voice appeared tall, above her own 5 foot 6 inches even though she had five inch heels. Although his image was masked by hers, it indicated that he was slim.
Her name wasnt Jazzy, of course but it seemed that every guy thought himself an original jack-the-lad by variously referring to the image on the tee-shirt. Worn more and more she had to admit! Why? The self-posed question elicited the inevitable giggle. She loved the attention!
Turning, the time-tested, biting put-down formed on her lips, and then her eyes fell up...
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