Kray lifted the glass to his lips to check the temperature of the beer, as she requested, but froze before the liquid even touched his lips. She was bending over the tap in such a way that her shorts were pulled tight across her bottom. He'd never really noticed before just how nicely round it was, how it fed into her long, tanned legs. Now, he couldn't seem to tear his eyes away.
And he found out just how much give the latex costume had. The answer was: none.