part 1 "So, where do we go for lunch?" asked Jason, looking half-heartedly in one of the hundreds of shop windows.part 1 "So, where do we go for lunch?" asked Jason, looking half-heartedly in one of the hundreds of shop windows. Yet another combination tobacconist's and news stand. The neighborhood was rife with them. An annoyed-looking proprietor stared at him as he pressed his nose against the glass, and he realized he was acting like a tourist again and looked away. The view in Flora's direction was decidedly better, anyway. She had dressed up before leaving the hotel room, apparently to torment him. It was working. Now she was wearing a very tight, very short latex miniskirt in an outrageous shade of purple. The latex was so thin, it was slightly translucent, and when the light hit it right, he could see little bubbles in the sweat between her ass and the skirt. Combined with the form-fitting jacket in a matching shade of patent leather, the total effect was staggeringly loud, but very sexy. Besides a half-cup push-up bra of shiny black rubber, the tight-waisted jacket was all she wore above the waist. It revealed and exaggerated her cleavage and, combined with the bright colors, created the impression that she was an escapee from a local art school. Jason shrugged his new bomber jacket around him, unwilling to believe that this overcast day was actually "nice spring weather," as Flora had called it. He was glad he had bought the version with a shearling lining, because it was the only thing keeping him warm. The pattern of chrome studs on the back he could have done without, but it was the only version that came with the sheepskin. "I dunno," Flora answered absently. She was squinting in the overcast but bright daylight, looking through a tourist's guide book. "Something besides pub food. The locals could learn something about good food, you know." She shifted back and forth a bit on her stiletto heels. "Hey," defended Jason, "that place had damn good ale. |