DIRTY, ROTTEN SEXCAPADES (Er0tica Collection)
Ruth-Ann asked, her voice flat.
"What? I'm thirty-four, not dead," Bethany snapped, glancing at herself in the hallway mirror and fluffing her blonde curls. She turned toward Ruth-Ann, her eyes narrowing at her daughter's modest, high-collared blouse. "Honestly, Ruth. If I had a body like yours, I wouldn't be hiding behind so many curtains of clothes like I'm a goddamn nun."
Bethany reached out, her fingers fumbling with the top buttons of Ruth-Ann's blouse, trying to expose a hint of the girl's creamy cleavage. Ruth-Ann slapped her mother's hand away, her face flushing a deep scarlet.