“We’d only seen Kerstin in her officious Lufthansa uniform, so it was startling to see her in civilian clothing. She was wearing a long-sleeved white knit wrap top that nipped dangerously low in front, revealing a fleshy décolletage and sharp erect nipples, fitted grey slacks, Shalimar, and red snakeskin high-heeled Fluevogs. A tiny gold labrys hung on a delicate chain around her neck and she was carrying a Kraft paper wrapped bouquet of periwinkle hydrangeas and white peonies. Lucky took her grey suede jacket and hung it on the coat rack while we hugged. She kissed both of my cheeks, as her hand rested lightly on my ass for second, gave it a quick squeeze, and then turned to Lucky to do the same.” – from Doily Is My Safeword