"Do come in George, I've just to put my coat on. Be a gentleman and help me slip it on."
Inspector George Bentley was lost for words as he saw this vision of womanhood standing before him. She was poured into that slinky black dress, all curves. How does she do that, thought George?
"It's over there, George." Josephine was pointing at the black faux fur coat.
"What?" George Bentley was mesmerised by the woman standing before him. "Oh, coat, yes." He lifted it and took it to Josephine who turned her back so that he could ease it onto her. George could not help but notice her backless dress and the delicious smell arising from this woman.