A sun-drenched, bustling city park on a warm Saturday afternoon. Mrs. Higgins, a plus-sized, plain, mature housewife in her late 50s with brown wavy hair and little makeup, sits on a public park bench, looking downward, reading an erotic paperback, picture of a nude woman and the words “SEX NOVEL” on the paperback cover. She wears a big floppy sun hat, sunglasses, a pink dress that is little more than an oversized tee shirt and sensible white sneakers. The tee shirt-dress has the wording “Don’t touch my, TITS, (unless you’re good at it), ” in a comic font. Slowly, deliberately, she begins to lift her dress just enough to expose her hairy pussy, letting the fabric bunch around her waist. She pushes down her a lacy thong panties to her knees, and begins to rub her pussy sensually to the story only she can see, drawing glances from passersby while maintaining a serene, almost innocent expression as she continues to look down at the book. Dark chiaroscuro lighting. A passing jogger stops briefly to photograph her hairy pussy with his phone camera.