"Now don't you go away, Mr. Gallivanter," Karen affectedly ordered, pressing open the screened barrier for the proud animal to pass, the thought of the lurid act she'd involved him in only minutes before still discomposing her. "Stay right in the back yard," she added, struggling desperately to hide her mounting feeling of guilt. Then, turning to smile again at her neighbor: "Sit down, Barbara… I'll get some cups…"

The alluring brunette was a warm, outgoing girl and a new acquaintance whom Karen liked very much. Though Barbara and Don had just moved into their home across the street some ten days before, already the two couples had struck up a friendly and close relationship… but somewhat taxed at that moment in the once again flustrated mind of the wrought up young housewife…

"You really like this outfit, or are you kidding me?" the long-legged brunette asked as she slid into the breakfast booth. "Don says if it was any tighter I might as well sew some simulated pubic-hair on the front, the wise guy. Actually, he likes them this way. What do you think, Karen?"

Perhaps at another time it wouldn't, but right then her attractive friend's rather lewd remark only added to Karen's uneasiness. All the same, she laughed, struggling for casualness and angered with herself at the hot twinges she knew continued to redden her cheeks. She quipped: "Well, let's say you're not leaving anything in doubt to the naked eye… but I do like it on you."

"Thanks again. Your sweet, Karen," the stunning girl bubbled. "Now, how would you like to go shopping with me this afternoon? There's several sales going on downtown…"

"Oh, I shouldn't, Barb," Karen replied as she poured their coffee and slipped into the booth across from her neighbor, aware that the fire had lessened in her cheeks, her confidence slowly returning. "Steve's taking me out to dinner tonight and I don't want to be dragging for that. Otherwise, I'd love to join you."