"Dammit!" she cried, baby blue eyes flashing. "There's nothing here to eat.
I have to go to the store."
Diana pulled off the bra and panties. To restricting.
She pulled on a short red skirt, tight bare-midriff white tank top, and slipped into a pair of five inch white stiletto pumps.
She shook out her long wavy black hair and applied a fresh coat of red lipstick.
"Perfect," she thought, then hesitated.
That sounded too much like Catwoman. Eeks!
"After dinner, I'm going to take a shower and go to bed."
Diana strutted out of her apartment and out onto the street.
The grocery store was just four blocks away, so she decided to walk.
Why waste gas? So she struck out with a sassy strut, enjoying how every man stopped to stare at her.
Of course, at six in the morning there weren't that many people out and about, but it was starting to get busy.
"Shake it, baby, shake it," a tall, slim black man called.
"You look like you're ready to party, girl," his friend said.
"Are you working?" the first asked, breaking up his friend.
They laughed hysterically.