But she looked different today.

For one thing, she was smiling.

Jennifer watched through the slot, hoping that Miss Childress had simply come to fetch something and would go out again in a moment, so that she could get on with her hand job in peace.

Miss Childress moved over to her desk. Then she did an unusual thing. She plucked at the back of her severe hair style and it came loose. Her hair tumbled down, long and silken, a rich auburn color.

Jennifer was amazed at the transformation in the woman. She had instantly become a pretty young lady instead of a dried-up spinster. The loose hair and the mysterious smile had totally altered her appearance. Jennifer wondered if the woman had a life separate from that which she assumed when she was at school? A boy-friend? A lover perhaps? Was her spinsterish attitude a mere facade? Why was she smiling like that? It really was a Mona Lisa smile, hard to define and yet giving her countenance a radiant glow.

Jennifer was finding it interesting to spy on the woman.

She wished there were something more interesting to see.

And then her wish was granted.

Miss Childress did a thing far more remarkable than letting her hair down had been.

She lifted her tweed skirt.

Jennifer gasped.

Under that sexless tweed skirt, Miss Childress wore a black garter belt and black panties!

And then she tugged the panties down, squirming out of them. Her cunt was bushy. Jennifer caught a glimpse of damp pink cunt lips as the woman raised her knee to take the panties off her arched foot. She tossed the panties onto the desk, then sat on the edge.

My God! Jennifer thought. Miss Childress has come here for the same reason that I did! She's going to finger fuck herself!

It was truly startling, all the more so because Jennifer had never thought of Miss Childress as having a sex life, as having normal human urges and needs, or even having a cunt between her legs, beneath her old-fashioned clothing.