atmosphere. Joan and I went to the bar separately. I went first, finding a small table in a corner that gave me a view of most of the bar. Fifteen minutes later she arrived. She walked in like she owned the place, wearing the sexiest outfit we’d been able to put together. The cream-colored, sheer top was thin enough that you could see the dark circles around her nipples. They stood erect under the loose material swayed as she walked. The skirt was mid-thigh. We’d considered a shorter, tighter one, but decided that the swish of the loose fabric left more to the imagination. She wasn’t wearing any nylons, because her perfect legs didn’t need any. Besides, she wasn’t wearing anything under the skirt. Because she was tall, we decided on open sandals with