Her two legs slithered over each other, offering tantalizing hints of her body. Unfortunately, nothing was revealed that you couldn't see on a beach or a dance floor.
Cheat.
"Once in the checkout line Amy noticed an oddly appropriate caption on the cover of Cosmo. 'Ten tricks to move a widower's fixation from the grave to your bedroom.' Slowly, fearfully, her hand reached out to take up the issue. She glanced inside, found the article...and placed it immediately on the conveyor.
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Ten hours later, she padded naked across the floor from the bathroom to her bed, and to her new lover. The tip of the magazine poked out from the bed's skirt. She slid it back in with her toe before sliding into the sheets. John sleepily wrapped his arm around her and held her close. She sighed in contentment. "And that was only one through four," she said softly.
The oven mitt was a disconcerting lump under her leg. She fished it out and tossed it to the floor, between the half-empty bowl of pasta and the remains of the pinata.