She had never seen me drink and there I was drunk in the bathroom, in a bad wig, too much makeup and sporting a tight white mini-skirt. She stood stunned in the doorway, looking like she just saw a ghost.

She walked in the coffee shop in denim shorts, a towering mirage in her long bare legs laced up in stilettos.  A white blouse, seductively baring one shoulder, suggested an ample bosom.