Anthea goes inside, and Sara follows with me close behind.
I shut the door after us. Anthea, dark-haired, slim and athletic, five feet five inches in her stockinged feet, except that tonight she’s wearing very high heels and a very short red dress.
Sara is taller, about five feet nine inches with lovely long blonde hair and a slightly heavier build.
She looks absolutely gorgeous in a short black dress.
“Look Clare, it’s late and we want to get to bed.” Sara starts out defensively.
“I know, Sara, way past my bedtime.” I answer.
“The trouble is, it should be way past your bedtime too.”