Самокат трехколесный "Mars Kids mini light", оранжевый

Now to find some clean, fresh underthings… Shit! There was the doorbell now! Moving like lightning, Lynn found a gossamer, summery mini-dress – the first thing that came to hand in the closet – and swiftly zipped it over her naked body. Then she ran to find some civilized shoes. She knew she had a pair of two-inch spike heels in this pile of junk somewhere. The doorbell sounded again. "Coming!" she cried, slipping her bare feet into the sophisticated, grownup-looking footwear. Okay! She scampered to the door and flung it wide. Niles' eyes were the approximate size and shape of saucers as his glance slowly roved over Lynn's delectable figure. Could this be Betsy's kid sister? Why the last time he'd seen her she was just a tomboy tot in blue jeans, a sweatshirt, and moccasins. And now…! "Come in, Niles!" she cried, "let me see if I can find you a little refreshment. I know Mom's got a bottle of sherry stuck away someplace!" Niles was more than happy to flop into a chair and take the glass of light, dry sherry that Lynn proffered him. "Wow…" he muttered, "what a day I've had! I've had my nose in leases and deeds and court writs since eight o'clock this morning ...»