Shaia and the Cat
White blonde hair tumbled untidily beneath a black conical shaped hat that flopped as she walked. Well stormed was more like it. There was a tear in the thin gauzy fabric of the black skirt studded with silver stars and moons. The top, black satin and lace with thin straps, was skin tight and displayed curves that were generous and firm. The tie lacing the top together was torn also, giving glimpses of the satiny pale skin beneath. "Who the hell does he think he is anyway?" the girl muttered...