{ W h o } Rémy, Cameron { W h a t } first impressions are so important, don't you agree? { W h e r e } carnival environs: midway to back lot { W h e n } after the last kootch show { R a t i n g } TBD
Cameron had changed out of her skimpy costume and back into her street clothes: a drab cloth coat over a twin set and skirt combo that any middle-aged librarian would be proud to wear, an unflattering cloche hat, thick stockings and serviceable, low-heeled pumps. As she walked back to the safety of her trailer, she kept her head held high, her purse clutched tight to her chest, and her strides swift and purposeful. No loitering Kootch Show patron would mistake her for a woman in search of amorous company, not if she had anything to say about it.
She didn't consider herself a nervous or superstitious type, but the arrival of autumn didn't make the trip across the carnival grounds any more comfortable. The chill wind rustled dry leaves in the trees and the lights of the midway sent long shadows looming between the parked cars, tents, and ramshackle vehicles the carnies called home. Cameron felt on edge as she walked. Last week's crowds had been rowdy and a couple of the girls had had trouble. She shifted her grip on her purse and kept walking, squinting into the shadows, ears perked for any suspicious noise.