Jim couldn't make any sense of the letter. He wondered if he should open the package, but the UPS woman had said that it was for Sharon. It was beautifully wrapped and, if he unwrapped it to take a peek at the contents, he knew that he would never be able to rewrap it properly afterwards. It would be better to save it to give to Sharon and pretend that it was his birthday gift for her.
Just as he was wondering if he should go back to bed, a very expensive-looking, red, open-top sports car drew up outside. He didn't know anyone who could afford a car like that. Was it someone wanting to talk to his parents, unaware that they had gone away for a weekend break?
His attention turned to the girl driving the car. The first thing he noticed was that she had gorgeous, long, red hair, which the wind had blown about all over the place. As she got out of the car, he saw that she had legs that seemed to go on for ever, this exaggerated by her very short, black skirt encasing wide hips and a slim waist. The legs ended in red high heels. Standing up and closing the car door behind her, she tried to tug down the skirt's hemline, but it didn't seem to make much difference. His gaze drifted upwards. She had breasts that were almost the equal of the UPS girl's and her white blouse showed an awful lot of cleavage.
Only then did he look properly at her face, and was shocked to recognise it as being Sharon's. What the fuck? Sharon was a brunette, not a redhead, had average-length legs and, though pretty enough, certainly didn't have a knock-out body like this. She didn't usually wear clothes like this either: expensive-looking but very sexy.
Sharon, or just conceivably another girl who was somehow facially identical, walked up to Jim's front door. Before she could knock, Jim opened it, and the two stood looking at each other for a long moment.
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