Courage
Millie just finished re-potting the flowers. They had needed it for a while now and she had put it off for long enough. She was dirty and grimy and in much need of a hot shower. She stripped as she walked from the deck into the house. She thought she heard the gravel drive crunch but shook it off. Her panties were the last thing to hit the floor as she heard a knock on the front door. “Damn,” she mumbled, “Just a minute.” She reached for her robe and tied it around her slim waist. She looked...