method acting
garter belt, suspenders, a stolen glances at her employer. he was dragging a sailers shirt over his head. she pull the mini skirt down ‘its got’a face the right way’, it was tattered like a sluty tinkle-bell. a fleeting check of the mirror again. plump mahogany lipstick a little off center she better… “quickly! the seen almost finished” whispered like the rasp of sandpaper. she grabbed her waist coat, undid another button on her dirty red shirt and she darted forward. as she moved to the...