Pandora’s Crotch
“Is that what you’re wearing? My goodness you look like you’re going to a nunnery, it’s a job interview babe!” Layla eyed her flatmate with the bemused concern. Shiny waist-length brunette hair casually draped over her left shoulder made a peekaboo show out of her ever erect nipple, which had slipped out of her boneless silk bra. Layla was a leggy and equally mouthy individual with an envious stomach and an aversion to being fully clothed at home. It’s just not natural she’d argue.