The thought that she might be a hooker filled Sharon with a complex mixture of emotions. Alarm and disgust featured, but also - she realised - excitement and arousal. She tried to come up with another explanation for the contents of her wardrobe, but could not think of a plausible alternative.
Unable to identify her own car in the parking lot, and deciding that it was too chilly to go for a walk dressed as she was, Sharon turned to return home. Perhaps she would try on the outfit that she had just envisioned herself wearing. That couldn't hurt, could it?
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