Des Comes Shopping.

[Tera Destre]

The cowgirl made her way down the street and to the place where she had been assured the night before that EVERYTHING was sold. She was humming softly beneath her breath and navy eyes were sparkling merrily as the silver she carried burnt it’s usual hole in well worn skin tight jeans that were topped off by the curve hugging Imp t-shirt she wore today.

She had rucked it up to show off the flat, tanned, expanse of her abdomen between it, and the low riding waist of her jeans, and had tied it in a knot at the back to pull it tight across generous assets as well as artfully styled her chestnut hair letting it tumble over her shoulders and down her back in waves of disarray.

As a precaution she had left a note for her fiancé letting him know where she was going shopping today in case she didn’t return in a reasonable amount of time. Something under normal circumstances she never would have bothered to do but a visit to Imp’s Little Shop of Horrors she figured wasn’t normal circumstances thus the note left for her beloved.

The cowgirl had been seriously considering changing her work image to something a little more exotic and having mentioned the need for a certain accessory last night had been assured that it could be found here so she pushed the door open and sauntered in with a bright smile curving into place as she called out. “Howdy! I came looking for my P’Imp. You around here Darlin’?”