This photo was taken late one afternoon in the window of a downtown hotel. We had spent the afternoon at a street carnival, the evidence of which can be seen as the blue re-entry band still on Mrs. Pix’s wrist, and had returned to our hotel room to recharge the batteries before another go after dark. We were a few floors up, so this wasn’t particularly brazen, though it may have afforded a few moments of interest to anyone paying attention from the adjacent tower.
(Events like this are always a good time to play with clothes, and her outfit for the afternoon had been street-legal, but inspirational – very short, a little bare midriff, a little nipple poke, very sexy, but not freaky. Well … we happened to run into our next-door neighbors! Our conversation was as brief as Mrs.’ attire and we quickly went our separate ways, each a little flustered. None of us ever spoke of it again.)