from Elevation

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She walked across the crowded motel lobby in a snug red sweater, a short frilly skirt, and no panties whatsoever. Those she brushed past on the way to the elevator could have no way of knowing she was panty-less, but he still enjoyed entertaining the notion that all the men and women in the lobby knew she was naked under her skirt: the pudgy middle-aged businessmen in travel-worn suits, the young couples weary from driving all day, the parents padding wetly from the pool dragging soaked towels and float toys and irritable children behind them.

He knew she wasn’t wearing any panties because she had handed them to him in the restaurant, casually, as if passing a napkin.

They didn’t stick around for dessert.

from Elevation, by J G Cain

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