She knew Cory and I stopped studying our hands of cards and fell silent watching her flick her hands under the long bottom tails of her white, roll-sleeved Oxford shirt and wriggle in her seat to work her tight black leggings off her ass and roll them down her long, bare legs. She knew how to take her time and put on a show, and also how to appear as though she had no idea of the show she was putting on.