Only on one of those summer evenings, cruising down the small local road near bank in your old classic cabriolet could you feel life to the fullest. Sundays and saturdays don't exist for her, those are mere social constructs to keep masses happy with their share of 5 to 2, while she casually trips from resort to resort in slightly bored but nevertheless present in her pleasures.
But that doesn't mean she can stuff her soles in your face. Well, only if you wish.
... Damn, now I am envy of my character's story, just great.
