Checkout
Checkout - © Spitman September / October 2002 Chapter 1 Beth kicked her high-heeled shoes under the table and lifted the spare MelonBreezer that waited invitingly. 'Cheers girls! God, I was ready to get out of those,' she managed to saybetween gulps. A pleasant warmth began to pervade her body in spite of the drink's deliciouslyicy temperature. Even better, she felt like a compact, neat parcel in her tight-fitting,perfectly tailored leather catsuit. She loved its comforting, powerful butclingy...