Chapter Four
Difficulties
With the tap of a last key Tara finished her shopping. She was just getting up when t**s One and t**s Two bounced into the office. Dressed in knockout outfits that advertised their assets, they were effervescent over developments. Julie in particular seemed giddy with glee.
“Did you get it?”
“Absolutely.”
“Overnight shipping?”
“Be here tomorrow.”
“Outstanding!”
Julie actually jumped in place, those outrageous melons flopping in the open-cup bra she’d donned. Tara didn’t need to peek to know she was similarly bare under the matching leather miniskirt. She wore boots too, which rather duplicated her own favorite look, causing Tara an inner sigh of annoyance. It wasn’t like she had a whole wardrobe here to choose from – just what she’d crammed into her bags
