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The leather skirt
It was a very long day and evening at the office, must have been midnight when I got to the parking garage in the basement. My Ferrari was parked in its normal place, taking two spots as usual and all I could think of was getting home and hitting the sack. The garage is very eerie at that hour, quiet as a tomb. As I was putting the key into the lock I heard these footsteps, quick ones. The sound of high heels was unmistakable and amplified in the stillness of the darkened building. Then out of...