She Wore High Heels to the Beach

Richard had taken up a low status service job. He well knew that driving a limousine for the glitterati was not as glamorous as it sounded. In fact, he had quickly learned that the better part of his humble occupation was comprised of simply waiting; waiting for VIPs and other important poobahs to arrive at his Town Car door, so that he could discreetly whisk them from point A to point B. But just because he had assumed the role of dutiful chauffeur, Richard hadn’t surrendered ALL of his faculties, all of his powers of observation.

Glancing at Jackie in the rear view mirror as she approached the car, Richard remained pretty confident in his knowledge that few women—no matter how beautiful they were, and despite what they claimed were their intended destinations-- wore high heels to the beach.