Glenda regarded herself in her compact mirror, and beamed with self-satisfaction. She looked radiant! Her thick, russet red hair flowed in heavy, glossy curls around her slender, alabaster white shoulders, framing the delicately featured oval of her face.

Her almond-shaped, deceptively sleepy eyes were hazel with long, droopy lashes. She had a tiny upturned button of a nose. Her lips were full and sulky and ruby red. She had a cute way of sticking out her lower lip and pouting playfully while she batted her lashes at a guy. It was one of her most powerful weapons.

She had a slender, swan-like neck, and she wore a revealing cornflower blue dress with a plunging neck-line and shoulder straps. A great deal of the full, swollen globes of her breasts was exposed. You could see the pert erections of her nipples quite clearly through the thin, clinging fabric of her dress.

Her long, lithe legs were revealed below the shockingly high hem-like of that skimpy garment. She had a dainty pair of coral pink pumps on her sweet little feet.

Hank had been drinking. His face had that dull, rosy flush which Glenda had become a little too accustomed to. His arm was slung around the back of her seat and he was driving a bit too fast.

"Where are you going?" Glenda asked a little irritably.

"Thought we might cruise down Lothario Lane before I take you home," Hank said with a sly grin, turning down a dirt road.

"Oh, come on. Hank!" Glenda exclaimed. "I've got a splitting head-ache!"

"Yeah? Well, I've got a raging hardon!" Hank growled huskily.

He pulled the convertible into the shade under an elegant elm tree and turned towards her. She could hardly see him in the shadows, and she saw that he was fumbling around with something.