“What?”

“I’m inviting you to visit my apartment, and I’m giving you the
alternative of having me up to your place if you’d prefer. From here,
they’re about the same distance. OK?”

“Take me home,” I said. “That way, you won’t have to drive back
and forth as much.”

I’d intended to say goodbye to her in the parking lot, but somehow
we ended up in my apartment. Susan asked to use my bathroom, and then I
offered to start coffee while she did. I zapped the water in my
microwave and managed to get the coffee ready at about the same time she
came out of the bathroom.

“You’ve done a decent job with the apartment,” she said as I
carried two coffee mugs into the living room.

“It’s all cheap,” I said, and then paused as I got a good look at
her.

She grinned and gestured at her legs. “Like ‘em? They’re warm
under ski pants, and they look pretty good without.”

“They look nice,” I said. She was wearing red thermal tights that
matched her red turtleneck sweater. Like the sweater, they covered her
body without hiding much of anything, which is to say, they made her look
very sexy.