impish abstractions

She stepped slowly into her jeans, wriggling her backside to get them just right, and then slipped her freshly painted toes into her favorite pair of strappy heels. She giggled admiring her topless body one last time in the mirror. She felt confident, she would make him squirm – more than once had she felt his eyes roam her curves – he was a perv, but then, deep down, she kind of liked it.