A fun Saturday evening was coming to a close, at least for me. Anne would probably spend more time at the bar with her beautiful friend B, but I could tell that she was ready to dismiss me. As I gave her cash for more drinks and for the taxi back to her hotel, Anne told me that she had an assignment for me.
She look at me sternly and said, "Tomorrow morning, I want you to wear nothing but a pair of pink panties under your winter overcoat and go walk around the block. . . . No, actually, I want you to walk down to your local coffee shop dressed like that and order your morning coffee and bagel."
It had been a very cold weekend and I could Anne relished the idea of exposing me to the elements this way. But that Sunday morning dawned quite a bit warmer than the previous days, so I had no real physical discomfort walking in just my overcoat and panties.
