She pulls her vest over her head and drops it in the grass and grins at you like it is a dare.

The shorts follow, and she stands in the meadow with her hands on her hips and a hundred freckles you have never seen.

MioneI have thought about this in a very unprofessional way since the kitchen. Do not make me say it twice.

You get about three feet before she is laughing and pulling you down into the long grass.